Heidi shifted again, dropping a willful weight ontop of unconciousness to keep it in place. With all the commotion over the past few days, she had been coming up increasingly short on her required eight hours of sleep, and what she was getting could barely fufill the requirments of fitful. It was only injury ontop of injury that the night before she'd unconciously picked up the phone to call one of her sisters; only to realize that if she could get in contact with them, she would still be nearly four years from being able to discuss anything without the words 'Cataclysmic', 'Paradox', and 'Disapproving Looks From Hiro' screaming in her skull.
They were circumstances that made for a melancholy state, and she hadn't the luxury to indulge it. There was too much going on, and furthermore, Peter didn't need to be picking up on her emotions when he had more than enough of his own to feel. He had more than needed and deserved his own space(and the liberty to choose who or what occupied it), and so Heidi hadn't objected to being bedmates with her husband for the night.
She'd slept solidly, if not dreamlessly. It was about the time that Jared's face had popped apart again to engulf the coffeemaker whole that her body had rolled itself over into Nathan's back, and stubbornly refused to move again. Her subconcious had, apparently, had enough of that, and had gone looking for inspiration elsewhere. The familiar feel of the shirt material squooshed against her nose had been enough, and they were rummaging through the dusty boxes of records in her family home's attic when the click of the door announced she'd need more than a metaphorical ton to keep sleep in place.
"Six hours." She grumbled, too tired to be annoyed by the bad case of morning voice she undoubtably had.