**Naomi's point of view**
I woke up, in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, and spent the first few minutes being confused due to the fact, that I didn't recognize the couch I was sleeping in. As I realized what had happened, I felt anxious. It was completely dark outside, so I knew it wasn't morning yet, and the living room I was sleeping In, was pitch black as well.
I sat up, and wondered for a minute what to do. I felt a strange sort of anger inside of me, and I knew it was the thought of Peter who made me feel like that. Not Jones, which surprised me, due to the circumstances I was currently in, because of him.
