Rand had tossed and turned in the dark for the last two hours. She couldn’t sleep. Two nights ago, after dinner, she’d slept fine. Randy would probably tell her it was because her mind and nerves had expelled enough energy in her roller coaster of anxiety to exhaust her. Of course he couldn’t tell her that because she wasn’t telling him she had dinner with Roman. She would, eventually, when she knew that Randy picking on her and lecturing her and generally being in big brother mode wouldn’t drive her crazy or embarrass her. Now, tonight and the night before she couldn’t sleep. Every time she closed her eyes all she could see was the horrible party, trying flutily to convince the director to call her parents and then waking up in the hospital with a team of professional but extremely concerned doctors and family over her. She tried thinking about something else, she tried not laying on her back, she’d had made a Scottish coffee with extra whisky, but still she toss and turned. One night of little sleep was okay, more than that was liable to slow her down, and if she let it continue she’d be so tired it would affect her work.

And then she and Roman would both be in trouble. The irony in the thought made her smirk slightly but this just wouldn’t do. She considered waking Randy up and talking to him, but when she glanced over at her twin he looked too exhausted, even in sleep, and she didn’t want him to worry. She got up quietly, slipped a robe on and stepped into the corridor. She wanted to go for a run, let her mind wander and just let go, but a run would just wake her up, and her foot wasn’t quite ready for a run yet. She paced down the corridor and paused, looking at the door beside her. Roman she raised her hand to knock and then stopped. If he was actually asleep she didn’t want to wake him. He had enough trouble sleeping, he didn’t need her waking him up, but if he was still awake, it would be okay to knock. She hesitated again though, if he was awake he would have come and gotten her already, right?

She paced away and walked up and down the corridor trying to work the jumpy nerves out. This kept on for several minutes, Rand walking up and down he corridor on soft bare feet. Pausing occasionally to knock on his door and then change her mind and pace some more. Finally she decided she would just knock softly, that if he was awake he would hear it and if he was asleep it wouldn’t bother him.

Rand