When I came up for bed a few hours ago, I found all three of them already in here. None of them were actually in the bed yet, but they were sort of orbiting it like they wanted to be. We were all wrung out from the party, Ashby’s display and Wicker’s outburst still fresh. There weren’t many words spoken. I just went about getting ready for bed and never got around to picking one to sleep with me. Maybe I couldn’t.
