It started as it always did, quietly enough with him at his computer working.
It ended as it always did, with him on the floor with a gun to the back of his head and shouts ringing in his ears.
This time, it was different.
This time, he knew the dark face behind the gun.
A hand gripped his shoulder and Michael woke with a start, looking once again into Amon's stoic face with wide-eyed fear.
Just as he had a moment before.