"If there is a klaxon going off loudly enough, you try sleeping through it," John said snippily, annoyed that his idea wasn't immediately lauded. "And all the lights go on. Use some imagination." He folded his arms, looking sourly at them. But he wondered if perhaps he (Malcolm) could punch Scarlet hard enough that the pretty girl would agree to spend time with him, without Tuck's chaperoning. He could convince Tuck not to object. He could control everything.