"Guess not." Sam sighed and then nodded his head, shifting up the bed as he slid down and let his head hit the pillow. "My brain is conked and I'm just -- I don't know. I need to close my eyes." He had to somehow process Barty, Cheon, his work and his body all at once and nothing was sinking in or coming together.

"When you go, turn the TV on, will you?" Sam liked sleeping with it on. He didn't like silence much, in all honest.