Sarah Jane awoke after having a particularly terrifying nightmare. The back of her neck was sweaty, and her arms ached from clutching her sheets tightly. She sat up and looked out the window at the shining stars in the sky. She thought about her best friend out there, the one who left her behind, the cause of her restless nights. She sighed and laid back down, closing her eyes and imagining her big, tall, curly-headed fool curled against her back with his arms around her. When she had finally started to drift off again, she heard that beautiful noise. The noise that meant she must already be asleep, for she only heard it in her dreams. He was back. She was too scared to open her eyes. She was too tired to question how he knew to come. She would think about that in the morning. But for now she could hear him taking off his scarf and boots and climbing into the bed next to her. She turned and laid her head on his broad chest and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeats.