Noel snaps awake. His whole body jerks. Through no fault of his own, John has a hell of a voice to wake up to. Thank fucking god the King called him Charlie.

The fire is still big and painful and so continuity of experience is, also thank god, easy to establish. All the same, Charlie sounds indistinctly panicked as he swears repeatedly -- his numb lips moving too slow to exactly keep up -- and then says: "John?"