"Oh."

Cassian swiped a hand over his eyes. It was coming back to him.

With anyone else—including himself, when he was alone—he didn't acknowledge the dreams; just tried to brush past them.

With Kaytoo, he always told him. How rotten to conscript someone to help you and then not let them do it…?

Not that he had to say very much. "Carida. My dad."

Shaking himself, Cassian looked toward the window to gauge the light. "What time is it? How long was I out?"