"You're sure?" Bev asked. Bill was one of the most important people in her life; he had been even before they'd become childhood friends, simply by being Bill and not judging her in the way other kids had. As much as she needed a friend to lean on, she could be one too if there was more to it than a bit of insomnia.
She glanced down at herself, to make sure she wasn't shaking anymore, than looked back to Bill. "I had a nightmare." She answered. "A bad one."