Neal jolts awake next to him, as does Sunshine at the foot of the bed, the dog barking in alarm. Neal scrambles to turn on a light for a moment before he realizes there's early-morning sunlight filtering through the curtain.

"Malcolm--?" His tone is panicked, then annoyed as he shushes Sunshine and sits up properly himself, trying to get a look at Malcolm's face. "Out of where? What's wrong?"