The digital clock blinked, the red numbers changing again, 2:35. I was awake again, pacing back and forth in the dimmed light from the lamp next to my bed. I stopped long enough to watch Jimmy snoring softly, his hair tousled. He couldn't feel them, but they filled the room. Their shadows wandered into one another, their murmurs an endless drone in my ear, and they all asked the same thing. The murmurs got louder, intensifying, their plea combined into one harmonic chord. It forced me down into the desk chair, and suddenly the words came.
Author's Note: While this will be kept as true to the series as possible, slight inferences and changes are made. Nothing major, I swear to god.