He sits and talks with Nancy, or--well, listens to her talk, mostly. He's starting to feel powerfully tired, eyes like leaden weights after the nonstop confusion and trauma of the last twenty-four hours. Being an amnesiac child with "talents" is very hard work.

They move to the couch at some point, and it feels very soft and inviting. He soon drifts off to sleep, still holding onto Nancy for dear life.