"Well, monkey," Bernard whispers, settling into the bed and rubbing his eyes.

"It's just you and me." Ellie lifts her head, whuffing an indignant sigh. "And you too, Ellie."

He lets his eyes shut on the bright, sunny room and wills his body to relax, and if his eyes fly open every few minutes, well. The intervals get longer and longer, and his breathing gets slower and slower, until he, Anthony and Ellie are all sound asleep, for the moment.