Peaceful dreams.. You were having a peaceful dream before you were interrupted by a loud noise and a floor creaking. You were a light sleeper, so you peered over your pillows and looked at the time. Damn, 2:32? Well, you were restless for about ten minutes until you decided to get some water or something. You weren't the only one. Stanford was sitting at the table, head in his hands-- the third journal splayed out in front of him, and a pen clenched in his grasp. He sobbed silently, the glasses clattering to the table before you rested a gentle hand on his shoulder.