It was the general, growing sense of unease that woke Jonothon up this morning, as people around the island woke up to find that they couldn't remember who they were, or why they were in some strange bed. He was comfortable enough otherwise, but as the morning pressed on, that feeling got stronger, until there was a fever pitch of concern and confusion hammering at the insides of his skull.
Rolling over and trying to bury his head under a pillow didn't actually help, either. It just brought to attention the fact that there was somebody beside him, which was a distracting revelation for all of two seconds, until he opened his eyes and--
Apologies to anybody within Jono's immediate telepathic range. It was his turn to project distress, now, not even realizing that he was doing just that. He'd worry about who he was in bed with, possibly never, considering the fact that he was on fire, and all.
[OOC: For that guy!]
- Hannibal's House (That Jono Doesn't Remember Hannibal In), Saturday Morning