Tim’s eyes opened and he sat up, his wispy, brown hair sticking straight up like a wild man’s. He blinked and looked around, confused about where he was. Realizing he was in his bed, he breathed a sigh of relief. To his left, Kate cleared her throat. He looked at her, puzzled as to why she was curled up in a blanket in one of the fold out chairs from storage.

“Kate, why are you in my room?”

Kate stood up and handed him a large glass of water from his nightstand. ...