The room is a mess, just like he left it, only there's also the jumpsuit he'd been wearing, tossed over the end of the bunk, stinking of sweat and sick. The stain on the floor looks like the water just pooled out of him and then left a crusted, salty stain, but it isn't the only place. The bed looks very similar, crusted into the sheets. In the bathroom, the glass he dropped still lays shattered on the sink.

He steps in, glancing at the door almost a little nervously, before back to Miller.

"See? It can't have all been in my head, right?"