Disclaimer: I do not own Nancy Drew or any related characters or places. The only things I do own are copies of some of the books and the games.
AN: I. Am. So. So. Sorry. Truly. I don't have a good excuse for waiting this long to update. My muse and I have been at odds. Sometimes I feel like I should name it. Hmm... Mr. Kill-Joy-Muse-Man. Nope. I'll think more on that later. I apologize for my insanity. And the delay. And the quality of this chapter and potential confusion that may result from trying to tell who's talking. I was in a mood. And Mr. Kill-Joy-Muse-Man wasn't helping. Again, I apologize. I'll work on the rambling thing. Thanks to all reviewers! You guys are awesome to the one hundredth power!
A wry smile. "And you're an expert on storm safety now?"
A blush. "Not really. It's just common sense."
"Even that is impressive from someone who's just started."
"I guess," she shrugged. "Don't think changing the subject will work on me. Have you?"
"Have I what?"
A groan. "Have you been sleeping?"
"Didn't I already answer this?"
"Yes, but I don't believe you. Stalling won't work with me, mister."
"I prefer to call it upholding my right to privacy."
"But—"
"Look, don't worry, I'm fine. Now if Little Miss Sleep Police doesn't mind I'm going to go to bed."