Sep. 3rd, 2014

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It shouldn't be a surprise, when she can't quite get to sleep, even though she's exhausted. It's like every time she so much as shuts her eyes, there's these images imprinted on the back of her eyelids, images of dead girls and Bernard killing them. Something like an hour after she bundles herself in blankets, she finally rolls over to the edge of the bed to see Dogmeat. He looks back at her and thumps his tail against the floor, and she feels a little bit of a smile pulling at her mouth.

She pats the bed next to her. "Come on, get comfy."

With her fingers buried in soft fur, she manages to sleep.




(She jolts awake with Dogmeat whining in her ear and glances at the clock.

It's only been an hour.

It's going to be a long night.)




In the morning, she still feels barely less exhausted than when she started last night, but at least she tried. Now - or at least after she takes another shower and gets dressed - seems as good a time as any to assure Ellen that her dog hasn't been kidnapped.

Barely half an hour later sees her wandering through the hallways, suddenly realizing that she really has no idea how to navigate the room numbering system to find any room that isn't her own. Rikki glances down at Dogmeat. "If I tell you to go home, would you know where it is?"

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