> Climb into our own futon and let ourselves drift off to sleep.
>You crawl into bed and let yourself drift off. It's a strange night, you are not used to drifting off with anything like a real question about the future; things are always so dependable in at the mansion. You aren't used to pondering greater uncertainties, such as if this ritual that Ran is planning does not work. Perhaps it is not worry, exactly, but it is hard to turn your thoughts away from everything that's happened.
>Still, this doesn't last for long, it has been a busy day, and you quickly black out. Every so often you awake and have to turn from your side being sore; you aren't used to futons anymore. But you hardly remain awake after that. Then you move to turn again and see the room has lit up, and you are not tired enough to fall back asleep.
>_