Ernie allowed himself to be led back to the dining room, realizing once more how tired he was. He had spent the last several days with little to no sleep whether it be for work or for the dreams. And he wouldn't admit it aloud to Justin at this point but every death he read of in the paper deepened his own fear that his number would be up next...
Since he was a bit lost in thought he didn't quite hear some of what Justin said about the laundry and cooking. "Why would she want to be in my room?" He asked, quite unaware that such a factor came into play around here.