He realizes that he is shivering. And with that there is no hiding anymore. Halfway between a gasp and a sob and then he rolls shakily to his hands and knees, joints protesting. He feels lightheaded and empty. Ill. When his stomach rebels he retches but nothing comes.

He looks up. Familiar faces. He'll remember their names. In a little while. For now there is only room for one name.

He swallows and closes his eyes, almost losing his balance.

Callie.