It was almost 3 AM already.

For hours, sleep eluded you, and despite tossing and turning, you couldn't fall asleep. You stared at the ceiling, counting sheep in your mind, but it brought no reprieve.

Then you heard a knock. Soft, almost hesitant, like the person behind it wasn't entirely sure they were welcome. It wasn't loud enough to startle you, but just enough to pull you out of your spiral of thoughts. You knew who it was before you even moved to open the door.

Eleven stood there, her silhouette framed by the faint light spilling into the hallway behind her. Her golden eyes, tinged with weariness and underscored by faint dark circles, met yours. Her serene expression betrayed no hint of surprise at finding you awake.

"You couldn't sleep," Eleven mused, not as a question but as a quiet observation. Her voice was soft and steady. She stepped into the room with her usual grace and sat on the edge of your bed, her gaze drifting briefly across the room. Her eyes lingered on the cluttered nightstand with an abandoned book and a half-empty glass of water.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Eleven inquired, her tone gentle yet filled with concern. She tilted her head slightly to the side, her bangs shifting just enough to reveal a glimpse of her right eye.

"It's okay if you don't want to," she added reassuringly. "Just focus on my voice." She didn't press you for more or rush you to share what you didn't want to. Instead, she reached out, her hand settling lightly on yours as she started humming a soothing melody.