So engrossed in the images, letting his imagination run freely, Percy turned the pages of the photo album slowly. At first, he didn't even notice Penny's battle with sleep, but when he felt her head droop upon his shoulder, he looked over at her with mixed emotions. She was comfortable and at peace, and the temptation was there to just let her rest like this. However, old attachments began to resurface, and Percy couldn't afford that to happen.
Shrugging his one shoulder to rouse her, he softly said, "Penny. Wake up." He almost said, 'darling', but quickly edited himself. Force of habit from their shared past. "You ought to lay down, and I should be going home."