Jason's point of view during Identity, in the apartment. Word: Instinctual.
Something was wrong. Very wrong. His instincts jangled with the knowledge of that fact.
Jason put the phone down, all senses sharply attuned in an attempt to divine some noise, some disruption of air in the flat that did not belong. Marie's voice, calling from the bathroom, seemed much too loud.
Maintaining the ruse of normalcy, he turned on the water in the kitchen, selected a knife, threatened emptiness and sunlight as he prowled through the rooms.
Something was wrong, and he would find it or he would die. He knew that instinctually.