[Sheena often sleeps with her journal open, which is a terrible habit and wakes her up more than she likes. Doesn't stop her from doing it. The scream is a new one, for her, and she's nearly on the floor before she realizes it's her book doing all the yelling.
In the dark and quiet of her house she just listens, for a while, sleep fading from her mind to be replaced by a bit of worry and a lot of listening - for the return of the person who screamed. When he does come back, she waits a few moments before saying anything:]
That sounded like a bad one. [She's whispering, it's three in the morning.] You okay?
[voice]
In the dark and quiet of her house she just listens, for a while, sleep fading from her mind to be replaced by a bit of worry and a lot of listening - for the return of the person who screamed. When he does come back, she waits a few moments before saying anything:]
That sounded like a bad one. [She's whispering, it's three in the morning.] You okay?