Andrew managed to fall asleep faster than he'd anticipated. Knowing that mystery waited in his dreams, the fear didn't keep him awake. The fire seemed just inches away when sleep fully claimed him, creating a glow that shadowed the forms that took over his dreams. Whatever they were, human or some other form, they didn't take on anything greater than flat shades, as if scribbles drawn on paper. Then one seemed to gain more substance, and speak. It startled him into semi-wakefulness and he blinked, studying the fire. It was low now, a few dying embers and a couple stray flares here and there. Andrew shifted slightly, feeling a warm pressure against his back. Turning, he carefully lifted himself up and turned his back to what was left of the fire.

It was still dark, but the glowing insects had vanished. It was probably near dawn, but the sky was still as black as midnight. Andrew moved forward to the form beside him, curling against his back and hiding his face against the source of warm life. Hopefully Joey wouldn't mind; or move away. He fell asleep again almost immediately to the sound of a breeze rustling the tree nearby and Night and White Tide somewhere near the fire.