Chapter 15: Insomnia
In all the commotion brought about by Cassie and Nik in the room, Harry managed to sneak away quietly without being noticed. This was a lot for him to take in and he needed some air away from those people. if they could be considered people. Sherry, in the mean time, was distracted by the abrupt intrusion. She tried to get everyone calm and to bed before anything else random happened, as if random is avoidable with this group. Once everyone was settled away in bed, she noticed that the head count was one less
than she had expected. She sighed deeply knowing that her knight had gotten away. She climbed into bed, but could not sleep at all. She tossed around here and there. Images of Harry with that rose of fire before him and his action of blowing it out with an indignant look upon his face hurt her more than it should have. "What are these feelings? This can't be happening." she sighed to herself. Sitting up straight in bed, she noticed the sleeping figures of her friends around the room. Each one sound asleep and yet, not one of them seemed all the worried about going home, at least not at this hour. She sighed again trying to think of a way home, but each time she did, her knight would appear in her head again. Frustrated with herself, she walked over to the window. It was a nice night out. The stars and moon were easily seen since the skies of the past were not filled with the pollution of her time. Not liking her view from her window, she decided to walk down stairs for some air.
It would be nicer to see the whole night sky for once since she has tried numerous times before at home and each time she could never see anything clearly. She walked to the courtyard of the inn and just gazed at the sky. The cool night air helped to clear her mind some and the stars allowed her to think. It had been about ten minutes since she exited the inn and in those ten minutes she managed to come to one conclusion: nothing made any sense! For one thing, she discovered some strange things about her friends. Then she was thrown back about 600 years into the past. How bizarre can things get?!? Confused by the many thoughts of the night, Sherry sat herself down on the fountain side, playing aimlessly with the water. Sleep was not going to come to her anytime soon, as being out in the open night sky made her relax. Sherry was not the only person having problems sleeping. Harry tossed and turned in his bed due to the situations of the day. Images of a blue fuzzy whatever you want to call it flashed through his head. The random transport of this blue thing, this girl who walks through walls, and a man who controls fire. He would not have found out about any of these things had he not met Sherry. Ah. Sherry. Too agitated with his thoughts and feelings, he clamored out of bed and wandered to the window. His window faced out into the courtyard of the inn and there sitting by the fountain he saw a shadow. He squinted in the darkness. He managed to make it out to be a girl, a girl with long flowing hair. and the ends of her hair were red. Ah, this was none other than his mysterious girl. He hated feeling upset with people and so decided that he should go and talk to her. Though, he was not going to be lenient with her. He was a knight after all; he could not be soft with anyone, whether she was a girl or not. Sherry contemplated going back up to her room and at least try to sleep. As she stood up, she heard a rustle of footsteps behind her. She turned quickly on her heels and came face to face with her knight. Well he was not exactly hers, but with the amount of time that he has been flashing in and out of her mind in the past day or so, he might as well have been. She gasped in surprise, but blushed at their sudden closeness. Sherry scrambled for words to say to Harry. Though, the night air might help her to relax, it does not always help her with her articulation. Remembering the recent event that occurred inside and the secret look of betrayal exchanged, everything came flooding out: tears, words, explanations, you name it (well not anything you can name *glares at Cassie*). Harry sat in shocked silence as he listened to all that Sherry had to say. She told everything from the time of the robotics competition to the situation of Renata's exposure, to this flash of time travel. If he was confused to begin with, he was more so now. His head was about
to explode with this sudden burst of information. After what seemed like forever to Sherry, she abruptly ended her story leaving the two of them in deafening silence. Harry's head started to hurt and the first thing out of his mouth was: "What is this? Some fairy tale of sorts? Of all the absurd and outrageous stories to tell me at this hour, this has got to be by far the worst! None of this is explainable, all I know is that your friends are abnormal and there is no explanation for it. They can be tried and burned at the stake." Sherry blinked and stared at Harry in complete disbelief. She had just poured out her heart and soul, well not really, but he knew more about her than anyone in this time and be bothered to accuse of her lying?! "How. How. ARGH!" She yelled out in frustration all the while pacing around the fountain gripping at her hair randomly. This cannot be happening. "You hardly know me, how can you say that I'm lying?!" "It's exactly because I don't know you that I can't truly trust you!" "Trust? You speak of trust? I trusted you enough to show me around town. You know, I don't normally speak to strangers." "That's beside the point. You may just be making up some strange story so that I will seem loony to those I may report your friends to, completely throwing my credibility out the window." "Is that what you think I am? That I'm a scheming, conniving, little witch!?!?" she fumed at Harry. Having enough of this discussion, she stormed off from the inn courtyard leaving Harry alone by the fountain as the sun crested over the horizon.
In all the commotion brought about by Cassie and Nik in the room, Harry managed to sneak away quietly without being noticed. This was a lot for him to take in and he needed some air away from those people. if they could be considered people. Sherry, in the mean time, was distracted by the abrupt intrusion. She tried to get everyone calm and to bed before anything else random happened, as if random is avoidable with this group. Once everyone was settled away in bed, she noticed that the head count was one less
than she had expected. She sighed deeply knowing that her knight had gotten away. She climbed into bed, but could not sleep at all. She tossed around here and there. Images of Harry with that rose of fire before him and his action of blowing it out with an indignant look upon his face hurt her more than it should have. "What are these feelings? This can't be happening." she sighed to herself. Sitting up straight in bed, she noticed the sleeping figures of her friends around the room. Each one sound asleep and yet, not one of them seemed all the worried about going home, at least not at this hour. She sighed again trying to think of a way home, but each time she did, her knight would appear in her head again. Frustrated with herself, she walked over to the window. It was a nice night out. The stars and moon were easily seen since the skies of the past were not filled with the pollution of her time. Not liking her view from her window, she decided to walk down stairs for some air.
It would be nicer to see the whole night sky for once since she has tried numerous times before at home and each time she could never see anything clearly. She walked to the courtyard of the inn and just gazed at the sky. The cool night air helped to clear her mind some and the stars allowed her to think. It had been about ten minutes since she exited the inn and in those ten minutes she managed to come to one conclusion: nothing made any sense! For one thing, she discovered some strange things about her friends. Then she was thrown back about 600 years into the past. How bizarre can things get?!? Confused by the many thoughts of the night, Sherry sat herself down on the fountain side, playing aimlessly with the water. Sleep was not going to come to her anytime soon, as being out in the open night sky made her relax. Sherry was not the only person having problems sleeping. Harry tossed and turned in his bed due to the situations of the day. Images of a blue fuzzy whatever you want to call it flashed through his head. The random transport of this blue thing, this girl who walks through walls, and a man who controls fire. He would not have found out about any of these things had he not met Sherry. Ah. Sherry. Too agitated with his thoughts and feelings, he clamored out of bed and wandered to the window. His window faced out into the courtyard of the inn and there sitting by the fountain he saw a shadow. He squinted in the darkness. He managed to make it out to be a girl, a girl with long flowing hair. and the ends of her hair were red. Ah, this was none other than his mysterious girl. He hated feeling upset with people and so decided that he should go and talk to her. Though, he was not going to be lenient with her. He was a knight after all; he could not be soft with anyone, whether she was a girl or not. Sherry contemplated going back up to her room and at least try to sleep. As she stood up, she heard a rustle of footsteps behind her. She turned quickly on her heels and came face to face with her knight. Well he was not exactly hers, but with the amount of time that he has been flashing in and out of her mind in the past day or so, he might as well have been. She gasped in surprise, but blushed at their sudden closeness. Sherry scrambled for words to say to Harry. Though, the night air might help her to relax, it does not always help her with her articulation. Remembering the recent event that occurred inside and the secret look of betrayal exchanged, everything came flooding out: tears, words, explanations, you name it (well not anything you can name *glares at Cassie*). Harry sat in shocked silence as he listened to all that Sherry had to say. She told everything from the time of the robotics competition to the situation of Renata's exposure, to this flash of time travel. If he was confused to begin with, he was more so now. His head was about
to explode with this sudden burst of information. After what seemed like forever to Sherry, she abruptly ended her story leaving the two of them in deafening silence. Harry's head started to hurt and the first thing out of his mouth was: "What is this? Some fairy tale of sorts? Of all the absurd and outrageous stories to tell me at this hour, this has got to be by far the worst! None of this is explainable, all I know is that your friends are abnormal and there is no explanation for it. They can be tried and burned at the stake." Sherry blinked and stared at Harry in complete disbelief. She had just poured out her heart and soul, well not really, but he knew more about her than anyone in this time and be bothered to accuse of her lying?! "How. How. ARGH!" She yelled out in frustration all the while pacing around the fountain gripping at her hair randomly. This cannot be happening. "You hardly know me, how can you say that I'm lying?!" "It's exactly because I don't know you that I can't truly trust you!" "Trust? You speak of trust? I trusted you enough to show me around town. You know, I don't normally speak to strangers." "That's beside the point. You may just be making up some strange story so that I will seem loony to those I may report your friends to, completely throwing my credibility out the window." "Is that what you think I am? That I'm a scheming, conniving, little witch!?!?" she fumed at Harry. Having enough of this discussion, she stormed off from the inn courtyard leaving Harry alone by the fountain as the sun crested over the horizon.