“Stop fretting, you’ll be fine.” Lorry tells him in the morning. She is actually sitting in the kitchen at five in the morning. For him. To be moral support, as she put it. “I haven’t seen you this nervous since the first high school ball, when you realized you’ll have to dance in public.” “Why did you have to bring that up?” He asks. The nerves are a secondary problem to his lack of sleep. The nightmare is back with a vengeance this time. He only got two hours of sleep tonight. “To make you see this is no different. You got through the dance and nobody died. You even had fun. What makes you think this will be any different? Relax. Take it as a fun new thing and all will be fine.” Lorry tries to comfort him. “Thank you.” Sebastian smiles at her. “I hate to leave you home alone. Will you

