Sparrow slumped down in the nearest bed. Every bone in his body ached, and every muscle felt like torn rubber. He needed sleep, but yet there was so much to left to do. Would Doc find them? Would he know about the new Prototype? And what were the group going to do about Emily?
Sparrow rolled over on his back, and stared into the light in his room. For now, it didn't matter. All he needed to do was sleep.
He rolled over in his bed again. Even though he wanted to sleep, and he needed to sleep, he couldn't. His mind was too pre-occupied. He couldn't get his thoughts off of Sarah. He managed to clear his mind, then roll over once more.
For some reason, now he couldn't stop thinking about Samuel. This worried him slightly, as he wasn't exactly the best thing to think about whilst lying in a bed. Sparrow whipped off his bed cover, and rolled over again. This time, he slowly managed to drop off to sleep.