I woke up in a soft bed next to a wooden armoire in an unfamiliar room. I was still fully dressed, and the bed’s thick quilt was pulled nearly up to my chin. An overhead light was on, but dim. Beyond it were two doors, one that looked like a room door and another, narrower one I assumed was a closet. Before I could panic at not knowing where I was, I noticed a soft breathing and turned to find Jordan in a chair squeezed between the wall and the other side of the bed, sound asleep with his head and arms slumped against the bed’s edge. His presence relaxed me immediately.