It's very odd carrying a child, but I'm not a moron, so I manage to make it to the room beneath the stairs without incident, shouldering open the door and stepping inside.

"I'm very sorry to inform you, Curtis, your sister isn't going to be sleeping in here with you tonight," I say, knowing he can't hear me in his unconscious state. "If you need her for anything, she'll be upstairs in the master suite."

"Where is that?" he asks, an eyelid cracking open.

I blink down at him. "Were you fake ...