The night continued relentlessly, as if it would never end until the end of the world.
However, a cold sliver of moonlight sprinkled in through the window. Although the light was dim, it was enough to dispel the pure darkness. The faint light was like a gentle kiss for a sleeper awakening from a nightmare; though it barely touched the forehead, it brought a sense of peace.
...
After an unknown amount of time, Bartlett awoke from his deep sleep. He opened his eyes to see the Little Ghost hovering in front of him, her hands supporting her chin, staring straight at him with a happy expression on her face.
"You're awake? Big Uncle," She said joyfully, "You slept for so long that I even worried you had died. But then I thought, if you had died here, it wouldn't be so quiet. So, I felt relieved. Am I smart?"
