p class="MsoNormal"An exhausted Angie was swept into the large house by a fierce gust of wind. She was about to call out for Peggy, but saw that she didn't have to. Peggy was asleep on the sofa, her curls out of place and covering her eyes. Quietly, Angie closed the front door and tiptoed into the kitchen. She knew how much of a light sleeper Peggy was, and that she rarely got any sleep at all. Angie boiled the kettle, fetched some milk from the pantry and leant against the kitchen doorway. Peggy was still asleep, her chest rhythmically rising and falling with every breath. There was a folded blanket thrown over the side of the cream sofa that Peggy was occupying. Angie retrieved it and carefully unfolded it, before gently throwing the blanket over Peggy's sleeping body. Peggy stirred and brushed the hair out of her face, opening an eye. After acknowledging that it was Angie, Peggy smiled, sleepily and closed her eyes again. Angie smiled and bent down, adjusting the thick blanket so that it covered her / "Goodnight Angie." Peggy / "Goodnight English." Angie replied./p