Jin woke to darkness and the distinct, disorienting sense that far too much time had passed.
He lay still a long moment, staring up at a ceiling he didn't immediately recognize as his own, until the shape of his room settled back into place around him. Moonlight bled thin through the window, not the pale gold of the morning he remembered falling asleep in. Somewhere outside, faint and distant, he heard the ordinary scrape of someone sweeping debris off a walkway, a small, mundane sound that felt almost absurd after everything.
He'd slept through an entire day.
