Darker London

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Danny hadn't slept well enough to sleepwalk since his uncle had taken him captive in July. His nightmares had been a constant reminder of the things his uncle had done to him, and he often woke up in a state of panic and horror, but always in his own bed.

When he was a kid, sleepwalking had been almost a constant in Danny's life. Most of the time he had woken up somewhere innocuous like his mother's or Melissa's bed. On rare occasions his mother would find him curled up outside in the bitter cold, completely unaware he had relocated in the middle of the night. It had gotten so bad the year after Melissa died, Val had sent up a small sensor that alarmed every time Danny left his room. That way she knew she wouldn't find him in the morning, drowned from falling asleep in a full bathtub, or frozen in the yard.

It had tapered off as he had grown, and the sensor had been put away. It was only on the odd occasion Danny would wake up somewhere strange, and generally right after he found himself in a different place. He hadn't even thought to worry about it while he was in hospital.

Perhaps he should have. Maybe then he could have warned Gabe. Instead, he entered the other boy's room in a dead sleep and climbed into Gabe's bed with both of them unaware of what was happening.

Gabe had been spinning around in his desk chair, trying to see just how long he could twirl before he felt sick. There wasn't much else to do in Priory when he wasn't in therapy, and at least it wasn't something destructive. When someone entered his room, however, he looked up and his vision swam. "Uuuuggghhh. Hi, Danny."

( Just cute boys )

Rachel rifled through her room, pushing aside clothes, piles of magazines, her bedside lamp with the dead lightbulb she hadn’t been bothered to fix, but she couldn’t find her phone anywhere.

She crawled under the covers of her bed, groping down the far corners of the sheets in case it had slipped down, but it wasn’t there either. Where had she put it?

She couldn’t remember where she’d last seen it. Maybe she’d left it at Zoe’s place at dinner the other night? Maybe in Cai’s car? But they would have found it and bought it back, surely. Did she have it yesterday? What did she do yesterday? Napped a lot and watched most of a season of America’s Next Top Model and ate peanut butter sandwiches while the rain hammered down on the windows, too wet and dark to go outside. Or was that the day before? Or both?

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Placeholder for Priory times which I will write when I feel less sick.