He walked out of the bathroom with some effort, every foot fall feeling more leaden than the last. He made his way over to the bed and stood to the side of it, his eyes unfocused as he gazed down at the covers. Without a word, he collapsed into its embrace. Months of sleeping rough and his own swirling unceasing thoughts conspired against him finding any comfort, let alone sleep. Such was his exhaustion and such was his relief at finally being back at his adoptive home, he found he could no longer move his body after landing upon the soft, welcoming surface of the bed. For once, without argument, he felt himself drift off silently into oblivion once more.