And he was back with the living. Well, just about.

Ciaran groaned and rubbed his eyes as he reacquainted himself with being (barely) conscious.

Wait. This wasn't his room...was it?

Well one thing was for sure, this wasn't his bed. Sitting up, Ciaran stared almost blankly into the darkened room, panning from right to left until...oh. Emilie. This was Emilie's room. That solved that problem then.

Sliding back down, he let his hand brush against Emilie's thigh as his head returned to the pillow. Ciaran frowned a bit at the intrusive little noise coming from the other side of the room, hoping that it would go away soon.

"I'm awake..."

But only just, and probably not for very long.