1Aldo'd hardly slept last night. Catching some zees had been the furthest thing from his mind, and he'd been tied up in knots, worrying about Luce's reaction to Bale's offer. And what sleep he'd managed to get had been fractured, punctuated with strange dreams that he couldn't remember but knew were anything but pleasant. He'd woken with a lurch around 6am, sweating and gagging, as if he'd been about to spew all over his duvet. It'd passed after a few seconds, but he'd been left with a strong compulsion to shower immediately. He'd felt soiled somehow. As if he'd shat the bed or something.
Now, he's half asleep on his sofabed, exhausted, but forcing himself to stay awake because he's got Dylan today. On the tv, Dylan's Frozen dvd's playing. Aldo reckons you can say what you like about the
