It’s very quiet here.

I’m the only one up, I’m pretty sure. Just sitting here, on the floor, with the only light coming from the laptop screen; watching Jane sleep.

It is too quiet here and there are people who should be here who aren’t here. There are people missing and people who are in the wrong place. Things are all mixed up.

It is too quiet.

I should go back to bed, but I might sit here a while longer.