The faint clinking of Malcolm's restraints alternately pulling taut and the rustling of his blankets as he began to toss started just before 4am. He started muttering shortly after that.

"I'm trying..." he murmured. "Trying."

Suddenly he jerked, yanking at the restraints as he thrashed towards the edge of the bed. He would certainly have gone over the edge if he hadn't been restrained, doing a header onto the floor like he had at Arlo's. The hardware held. He jerked in the other direction.

"I CAN'T REMEMBER!" he screamed. "STOP! STOP!"