Sunil nods, and rolls over – his back now to Henry. But neither of his eyes close, as thoughts race around inside his head. He unconsciously brings a hand up to his own throat and begins to frantically rub his fingers against the base of his neck.

When he realizes his unconscious habit, he pulls his hand away and shoves it deep under the backpack, in the hopes of trapping it there. Then he squeezes his eyes shut, and prays for sleep to come.