"What are you doing, Mr. Evans?"
"What do you think I am doing, Ms. Elton?"
"..."
"..."
Angela could only turn her head towards Van, who suddenly lay beside her on the bed.
"..."
The two remained staring at each other for a few seconds, before finally--
"The bed is big enough for the both of us," Van said before he too turned his back on Angela and slightly pulled the blanket, "Goodnight."
"..."
"Hm," Angela could only blink a couple of times before closing her eyes. And then, after a few hours, when the two were obviously asleep, the connecting door leading to Charlotte's room very slowly and very quietly opened.
In the darkness, Charlotte stepped ever so quietly as she made her way in front of Van's bed. This was probably the most control she had on her physical strength, as her toes did not even make a sound on the brittle floor.
