[That particular incident with traffic didn't even occur at night, which made it all the more frightening. She had taken Ian out shopping for some new sports shoes and while he was trying on another two pairs, and Devon, feeling fatigued, began to take a nap while sitting on a chair in the store.

And then she stood up and left.

No one noticed anything strange about a young woman walking by herself even if she looked rather dazed. She went through a crowd, coasting along until she was finally alone, walking across the street and onto the next block. Ian had zipped out of the store, running after her, yelling and tackling her before she went any further. Their parents had to lock all the doors and windows that night. That was just one, among the many instances of her dazed slumberous journeys which she hated repeating so many times.

Devon rubs her forehead and crosses her arms after James speaks.]

Simon might be a good idea. Great idea actually. If he barks, it'll wake me up.

[And what does she have to worry about? The restless dreams. The silent voices that cast an unsettling lull when she DOES sleep. But that's more than she's willing to share with the stranger in front of her.]

Then that's all there is to it.

[Hopefully.]

I'll get going now.