#AHHHHH I SAWWWWWW

[vortship]

"And I was like- she ruined my brunch!"

"Mhm."

The conversation droned on, Hal only half-paying attention. How long was she going to let something as simple and stupid as a little bad dream make her dread sleep to begin with? The way she felt as though she was really there again, her breath catching in her throat, she didn't know it was possible to be that terrified of something that happened what felt like a lifetime ago now... and then came a morbid thought.

What if she did the same thing to her Earth parents? What if she let them down?

Her attention turned to the doorway, unsurprisingly, she'd been caught. And here she thought the TV was quiet; the concept of 'quiet', of course, being one the girl still had a tenuous grasp on.

"Yeah- yeah I'm fine." her voice was a mixture of anxiety and heaviness, "Just- y'know..." she gestured to the TV, "Brunch is on and I figured- why not... watch that?" although she barely was, "-at two am." Hal cleared her throat, any way she explained this, it didn't make a whole lot of sense.

he had already slept for an hour or so when the moonlight that now rested on his face woke him. stupid moon. couldn't he shine elsewhere but right into his bedroom? maybe he should have allowed sheila to get those curtains after all. he sat in bed for a moment, yawning. how late was it again? but he couldn't find his watch.

eh, might as well take a piss. he thought, sliding out of bed when his wife turned and stirred a little. but at least she seemed to have a good sleep. monarch dragged his old bones through the corridor, past 21's and 24's rooms, past hal's... by the time he arrived in front of the bathroom he thought he heard females voices.

females? jessica and miranda were gone the last time he checked. they only stayed for one night anyway. so who- walking closer to where the voices came from, malcom soon realized that they echoed from the living area. ugh 21's binging his stupid shows again isn't he... imma kick his ass in the morning. but something didn't sit right with his own assumption that it was 21 after all.

which is why he walked further up until he leant against the door frame, looking at his plasma tv shining in the brightest of HD (thanks venture for 'lending' me your tv). ❝ who's this? who's here? ❞ he asked, walking up behind her until he saw hal curled up in her blanket. eyes growing wider. ❝ wh- heeeey. you okay, sweetie? why aren't you in bed? you know that watching tv this close damages your vision? ❞