In the dark room, the figure of a woman could be seen on the large bed.
Below her waist, the comforter rose unnaturally in one spot.
The woman on the bed seemed to be having a nightmare. Her eyes were shut tight, her fingers dug into the pillow, and she was drenched in sweat.
Her body was taut as a bowstring, and she whimpered and mumbled something under her breath.
This went on for a long time until she suddenly went limp, her mouth gaping as she gasped for air like a fish out of water.
Miles Sherman got up to get Zoe Pierce the water from the bedside table.
Zoe Pierce drank straight from the glass he held.
After moistening her throat, a bone-deep languor seemed to seep out from her very marrow, and a wave of drowsiness washed over her as she lay in bed.
Miles Sherman drained the rest of her water, then glanced at his Intelligent Brain and chuckled softly.
Zoe Pierce heard him and asked, "What is it?"
