"He'll wake up," the Soldier says, with certainty. They're not sure how much certainty they actually feel, but sometimes an inability to think clearly beyond the next four or five days is a benefit. "This won't last forever. And then the two of us can sleep for a week, instead. Preferably without any spirits interrupting."

They put the cheese and bread back in the cupboard, then tuck into their own sandwich like a starving wolf. (Fucking finally. All that chatter. Now we finally get to eat.)