-Who is there? – Eileen asked. Who can it be? Another nurse or another nightmare?

-Eileen? Relax, it's me, - the familiar and home voice answered. It sounded like…

-Henry? Is it you? What are you doing here? The nurse told me, that you were sleeping, - Eileen tried to hide joyful smile and gladness in her voice, but couldn't. She was so glad to see him.

-I couldn't sleep. I wanted to make sure, that you are fine, - Henry sat on edge of her bed.

-I will be fine, - Eileen smiled in the dark. – Henry, is it over? I mean… Is Walter really dead now? And what's happen with your room? Can you live there now?

-I don't know, - Henry shrugged his shoulders. – I wasn't there. But the only thing, that I can tell confidently – I'm not going to live there anymore. You know why.

-And where are you going?

-I don't know… I'm going to live in a motel before I'll find another flat. And you? – Henry looked at her.

-Same here. I'm not going to live there, - Eileen whispered. – But I'm not sure, that I'll find a place, where I'll feel myself saved. I mean… It could be in another house, but it happened in mine. And other places… Who know, that I will find there? What if another flat has her own secrets?

Henry nodded. He understood.

-It's enough to drive me crazy, - Eileen took away lock of hear from her face by healthy hand and forced a smile. – Or perhaps I'm already crazy.

-You are not crazy, Eileen, - Henry founded her hand in the dark and squeezed it. - If you are crazy… Who am I in this way?

-You are fruit of my sick fantasy, - Eileen smiled. – I have very copious imagination. I even can feel that your hand is warm.

-You are not crazy, - Henry smiled back. – You still have sense of humor. – He stroked her hand. - I'm glad, that you are alive, Eileen.

They fell silent.

-Henry? – Suddenly Eileen broke the silence.

-What?

-Is it going to be normal, if we'll live near each other?

-Again?

-Yeah… I'm scared.

-I know this feeling, - he nodded. – After all, that we saw it's going to be normal.

They fell silent again.

-It's strange, - Eileen smiled. – Some days before, I only knew you name and face… And now we are close friends. Hardships bring people together. By the way, - she gave a wink. – If I had to be brought with somebody, there are worse persons, I could be near.

Henry chuckled confusedly and looked at wall clock over Eileen's bed.

-Hey, I had to go to my ward, the nurse will come soon, - he squeezed her hand in the dark again and released it. – I will come back tomorrow morning, I promise. He moved to the door, then Eileen hailed him.

-Henry?

-What? – he turned towards her.

-Good night.

-Good night, Eileen. Sleep well.