'Pretty well, I guess. Comfortable bed,' he added, nodding towards Rowen's parents. 'I kept hearing voices, though. Who was up?' Elijah asked expectantly, looking around the table. There was an eerie silence that followed, which was cut short by Rivera saying:
'Was it your imagination?' There was a hint of desperation in her voice.
'No,' he said slowly. 'It was quite loud. Came from right outside the door.'