Silence is golden.

It is midnight and Thanin wakes up drenched in his own cold sweat. He was dreaming again.
"Another night, another nightmare." he sighs and lies back down, only to stare, deep in thought, at the ceiling.
It keeps coming, the horrid dream of him being left behind. There was something new this time. Blood. He holds his hands up, trying to reach out for something, and blood drips onto his petrified face. He is still screaming, but it has lost all value. No one is going to help him this time, but he thinks... "No one has ever helped me..."
"That's not true," speaks a voice at the back of his head. "You know someone who's helped you out a great deal."
"Yes, but.. Where is he now?"

Thanin gets out of his assigned couch and peers across the dark room. He sees Ping fiddling with his hair in his sleep, Keith snoring like a frikkin' beast on the other couch, and Care lying daintily on the bed a little too big for her. Beng is sprawled across the floor, not much space left to walk around, asleep but saying, "Master, just one more bowl of 95% water, 5% meso, please!"
Nic has his legs propped up on Beng's huge and apparently extremely comfortable stomach and Daniel sits asleep at the corner of the room, an invisible but obvious mean/vicious vibe radiating from his core.

"Damn, even the weird one sleeps well." Thanin heaves a sigh and goes back to bed.