The following morning, Abbey quietly opened the door, Toby following in her wake. CJ looked up from her papers and put a finger to her lips. She carefully climbed off the bed and the three headed for the sitting room, where Toby handed her a cup of coffee as they sat down.

"How has she been, CJ?"

"Not as bad as I expected, really. She had one bad nightmare and was a little sick. She doesn't seem to be sleeping very deeply; it's more a series of naps." she said, pausing to take a mouthful of coffee.

"That's pretty common with eating disorders. They often struggle to fall asleep and then to stay asleep. There's nothing we can really do about that, I'm afraid." Abbey replied.

"What was the dream about?" Toby asked quietly.

"I don't know. I couldn't get her to tell me; she's not told us any of them since she got here." CJ replied a little frustrated.

"She doesn't trust us." Toby said sadly.

"Maybe. But she will, in time." said Abbey.

"I hope so. She was crying for Andy earlier… she wasn't really awake and she eventually drifted off again." CJ said.

"Was it like that night we brought her back from the hospital? Do you remember?" Toby asked.

"Yeah, I remember. It was just like that..."CJ trailed off for a moment, then draining her cup, she asked "Is Andy still asleep?"

"Yeah. She's been drifting all night, and didn't drop off properly until a few hours ago." Toby said, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

"CJ, why don't you go down to the kitchen and get yourself some breakfast?" Abbey suggested.

"Okay. I'll check on Andy on my way." she said, as she left the room.

"The four of you...you were very close." Abbey said keeping her eyes on the floor.

"Yeah, we are. Were. Maybe we...I don't know." Toby sighed softly.

"Have they always been close; Jilly and Andy?" she asked.

"Always. There's such a big age gap...Andy was a teenager when Jilly was born, so she was old enough to look after her a lot. Their mother wasn't a very hands-on type but Andy made up for it and Jilly really looked up to her from the start."

"And to you and CJ too, from what I've seen" she continued, not looking at him but keeping her eyes elsewhere.

"Jilly and CJ hit it off the moment they met...they're quite similar...well, the old Jilly was, anyway."

"You're very good with her. You've been here before, haven't you? Many times." They looked at one another for a moment; she knew he didn't do conversations like this, but he knew she needed all the details to help them get through this and he had to be honest with her.

"Yeah. When things got bad...we, the three of us, used to have to take it in turns to work from home and stay with her. We all got used to doing this. Changing her, coaxing her to eat, getting her to sleep. We've all been here before."

"Can you get me her medical records? It would help if I could see what treatment she's had before." Abbey asked tentatively.

"Uhm...yeah, I can get them. Though Andy could probably recite them verbatim for you." he replied with a small smile.

Abbey laughed. "I can imagine. That was some turn around though."

"I knew if she'd just see her that she'd change her mind...she's mothered her all her life. When they...for weeks after she'd wake up crying for her, you know? She didn't walk away easily." he sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"No, I don't imagine she did. Not when they were so close before. It's obviously been really hard for her; she was pretty out of it by the end of the day." Abbey responded.

"Yeah. She always is when she's had an attack, it really tires her out. I've seen her go for weeks on 2 hours sleep a night, but if she has an attack it completely floors her. Jilly's the same…that's probably why she's still asleep. That and the fact she must have walked all the way here." he said, looking at Abbey.

"Why do you think that?" Abbey asked puzzled.

"She had no money on her, no cards, no travel tickets. It can't be a coincidence that she had no shoes either."

"I guess not. Well, that's something we can ask her in time." Abbey replied.

"Ask who in time?" Andy said, as she came in

"Hey. How you feeling?" Abbey asked, bypassing the question.

"A bit sore and tired, but I'm okay. CJ's gone to check the wires. Jilly's IV bag is almost empty by the way." Andy replied.

"I'll take it out and let her arm settle for a while," Abbey said, heading towards the door.

Andy stood quietly, looking out the window. Finally, she turned to Toby. "Turns out you were right."

"And the odds makers take a beating."

She gives him a look borne of years spent with him, then gives in and smiles tiredly. "I didn't need to speak to her."

He silently nods his understanding.

"She's never been this bad before. I don't know…" she stopped as Abbey and CJ came in. "Everything okay?" she asked, turning to Abbey.

"Uh huh. IV's out. She stirred a little, but I think I got her back off." Abbey said sitting down.

"Toby, I think Sam needs you for 5 minutes. Well, Josh said Sam needed you…"CJ smiled.

"Can't leave them alone for 2 minutes…"he grumbled as he left, giving his seat to CJ.

"You get much sleep?" Andy asked CJ, before taking a mouthful of coffee.

"More than you. She was okay, really. Cried a little for you at one point, but she drifted back off again."

Andy thought for a moment, then asked, "Like after the hospital?"

"I've already played this game with Toby. But yes." CJ answered quietly.

"Like what?" Abbey asked, looking between the two.

"She was in hospital once. She collapsed in the street and someone called 911. When we were finally got her home, every time she fell asleep she would cry, for days afterwards. Just calling for one of us, but not in fear, or...she was just sad, I think. I mean, she had the nightmares too, but this was different and it was months before it stopped completely."

Andy broke off as the door gently swung open. A sleepy pajama-clad figure stood hesitantly in the doorway, looking nervously at the room's occupants.