He pushed the door to her room on the Highwind open for the fourth time that night. It was one of those nights when the Captain just couldn't fall asleep.
There she lay, sprawled across her bed with her short blonde hair tossed about behind her on the dark pillow. A precious pout played on her rosy pink lips. She was still sleeping peacefully, a rarity these days.
Captain Highwind smiled, dropping his cigarette butt to the floor and crushing it with the toe of his boot. He had to look after her. It was the least he could do.