[ Eddie doesn't dream, but he does wake up a handful of times throughout the day. First there's panic when he remembers they're in hiding, then he tries to stay awake to listen for sounds outside for a few minutes. Each time, he's lulled back to sleep by the slow rhythm of Chrissy's breathing. She seems so peaceful like this, unafraid. Eddie hopes that means no nightmares.

It's truly surreal, holding her against him while they sleep. They barely know each other, and yet it feels like they're the only ones who know each other. No matter what happens to them, he thinks he'll always remember the strange beauty of it.

When Eddie wakes again he's lying on his back, groggy and sore. He blinks slowly, pressing a kiss to Chrissy's thumb as his eyes adjust to the dim moonlight. Well - he's got one good eye and a sliver of another. They're both going to need more painkillers soon. ]

Mm... Did we really sleep all day?

[ Her question is what really shakes him from sleep. How could he be so stupid? They can't just hide in here forever without any food. Eddie sits up a little, running his free hand through his hair. ]

Shit. I didn't bring anything. We're gonna have to cross our fingers that ol' Reefer Rick left us somethin' behind.

[ He sighs. ]

I'm really sorry, Chrissy. I wasn't thinking. Did you at least sleep okay? Was there... anything in your dreams?