He practically bolted out of bed—the guards had never touched him before, nor had they made any real attempt to communicate beyond the occasional pointing. He immediately began to consider what might have gone wrong during the night; the first, and most obvious conclusion, was that Kate had taken a turn for the worse. He fumbled for his glasses and looked over at her bed, expecting to see that she was gone, or covered by a sheet. However, she was still there, and there was still a trace running across the monitor. A slow rise and fall of her chest confirmed that she was still breathing.