The crew kitchen is full but everyone's quiet

I'm standing in the old kitchen at 4 a.m., the bacon's in the pan but nobody moves to flip it. Every crew I ever lost is sitting at the table with their coffee going cold, and they're all staring at the door like they're waiting for someone who hasn't shown up yet. I know it's me they're waiting for, but I just stand there watching the smoke curl off the bacon and I don't want to sit down because I know the second I do, I'm not getting back up.