She had thought herself to be rather witty. But instead of the sound of Jack's laughter, Reinette found herself greeted with silence. Followed by even more silence. She turned to better see his expression, and any mild irritation she felt fell away as she examined his face in repose.

Jack, it seemed, had chosen that moment to fall asleep.

She could not fault him that.

Reinette sat for several moments, considering her options. She could always explore more. Jack's tour had been brief at best. She could eat more. She did take a moment to try the beverage Jack had presented her with, and did not bother to disguise her grimace. He was hardly awake to see.

It was then that it occurred to Reinette she was exhausted herself. She did not sleep well before. Despite her knowledge otherwise, there was no disputing the fact that however briefly Jack had indeed been dead.

She stood, taking a moment to gather Jack's coat and place it carefully over him like a blanket. The windows were still slightly open and the air was growing cooler. Then she left him to rest, making her way through the boxes and various stacks that peppered the second bedroom. The majority of the bed was clear, enough to allow her to easily slip beneath the sheets.

Then she too slept.