Cherish Turner carefully answered the phone, adjusting her tone of voice.
"Hello."
"It's me." William Griffith's intoxication had subsided a bit at this point, leaving him with a headache. He woke up to find himself in Cherry Blossom Garden, the hazy scene from before playing out in his mind, but he couldn't quite recall what he had said.
"Awake now?"
"Mhm."
The conversation between the two of them sounded amusing, yet it carried a hint of warmth.
Lewis was nestled in Sam Turner's bed, wearing a little dinosaur hat and eating fast food. Cherish stroked his head and quickly informed William, "Oh, by the way, Lewis is with me. Thomas Harrison said he was having nightmares and couldn't reach you, so he called your phone, which ended up with me."
"Mhm." He responded casually, "How's your brother? Is he feeling better?" Lying on the sofa, William tried to picture Cherish's face as she took the call, her bright features illuminating his world, even in the darkest moments.
