He managed to stay there for about two hours, then it started to get cold and he woke up, sneezing. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, and it was dark. And while normally he didn't mind, he just wasn't really wanting to be alone in the dark.

He realized that he was still wearing his sweaty clothes from the day and he went to the bathroom to strip out of them, putting on a pair of sweatpants. Looking in the mirror, he could see those parts of him still boney and sickly and he quickly wrapped the blanket around him.

"Ford?" he called softly, looking for the puppy. Maybe he could sleep with the puppy with him. But he figured that the dog was in Jo's room, and finally he went to her door and knocked.

"Jo? Are you sleeping?"