A loud ringing sounded, rousing Willow from her sleep. She cracked open an eye and saw Garin’s phone light up. He was still snoring. She shook him roughly.

“What?” he groaned, rolling over.

“Your phone,” she said, shoving him lightly towards it.

“No,” he said and felt around for it, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut. The bright light seared Willow’s eyes and she quickly buried her face in her pillow. “It’s my sister,” he said, his voice still ...