At Justin's presidential suite.
After making sure his grandmother was finally asleep, he returned to his own room, hoping to get some rest. After a hot shower and changing into fresh pajamas, he climbed into bed, expecting the exhaustion to finally take over. But instead, he found himself tossing and turning, unable to relax.
Frustrated, he stared up at the ceiling, wondering why he couldn't settle down. Maybe I need to spend more time in the gym. That way, I'll be too exhausted to stay awake.
He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep, only to find himself thinking about Natalie. I wonder if she's asleep or still awake. Or maybe she fell asleep in bed, sitting up again. Such a bad habit.
But then he confronted himself. 'Why am I thinking about her at this hour? Not good.'
