Malcolm Bright

Even as Raylan came up sharply in response to the sudden screaming, he could tell it'd been longer than normal - he knew, at this point, what 3 hours of sleep felt like, very specifically.

"Malcolm!," he started, voice firmer and louder than usual in his start of adrenaline, one hand coming up to pat his face with not much softness. "MALCOLM!" The first call never worked, but it didn't panic Raylan anymore. Crazy as it was, he was getting used to this, to what he had to do for Malcolm and for his own sanity.

Those screams were haunting, however brief they were.