Ellen wakes up similarly, but with a gasp that punctuates her sitting upright in bed, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

A loud crash has her whirling in the direction of the sound, and she barely makes out the slump of Matt's shoulders in the dim morning light before she scrambles to the foot of the bed, sliding off and onto the floor to wrap her arms around his middle, pressing her face into his shoulder.

"I'm right here," she whispers, breathing against his skin. "I'm right here, Matt. Just breathe with me."