Katelina woke when Jorick bolted upright. She blinked tired eyes against the vague knowledge there'd been a sound. She looked to Jorick, then imagined him leaping out of bed, wearing his usual nothing. With a groan, she waved him under the covers. Sarah had already seen enough of him.

She opened the door, the word, "What?" on her lips, but her friend wasn't there. "Sarah?" She stuck her head out and peered in both directions.

The hallway was empty.

"What does she ...