John gasped when he woke, taking deep breaths. Odd habit, his mind supplied. He didn't need to breathe anymore. But apparently he needed to sleep.

He forced himself up and rubbed his face. How long had he been out? He got up and stumbled over to find his phone. Dead. He swore and plugged it in. In a moment he was able to see the date...

Weeks?

He had been out for weeks? He swore and sat down, sending a message to Molly.

'Alive'