Second

The accompanying silence was surprisingly comforting. Torcia settled into the corner of the car, exhausted and stunned by the unexpected directions that had just taken place in her life. She had expected that sleep would be hard to come by, with all the thoughts buzzing in her mind. At any rate, a deep sleep came over her, and she leaned against the cushion in the seat. Swirling, squirming restlessly, she tried to find a comfortable position. She felt herself begin to shrink and shrink like a child, and the dream was too comforting for her to resist except to surrender to cunning pleasure.

Something soft brushed across her forehead, the last few pins holding the tangled hair gently falling from her hair. She sighed in a sense of wonder, the refreshment of wool and shaving soap enveloped with the perfume of clean men's skin.

Realizing that she had leaned against Reeves' arm, snuggled into his lap, she staggered around. "What's that... what's that..."

"Sleep," he whispered, "I won't eat