Unwilling to open his eyes against the sun, Kenny pulls the blanket over his head and tries to wiggles himself into a comfortable position.
Through his fatigued mind, the word gun causes him to pause.
A heartbeat later, he’s fully awake and fighting back dread as he carefully moves and establishes the gun is no longer against his shoulder. Leaping up, he searches the couch and floor.
Some of the fear halts, and when he turns to see Professor Falconer standing in the doorway, he can’t help but exhale.
“Could we talk over breakfast, sir,” he inquires.