It was late at night in England. Everyone in the hosue was asleep. It was mid-autumn and the wind blew silently outside. Tom, Edd, and Matt were having a peaceful slumber, but Tord wasn't. Tord was having another nightmare about his father. His father wasn't ever good or pleasant at all. Tord eventually jerked up in his bed. Tom, who was sleeping next to Tord, felt Tord wake up and looked at him. Tom yawned and sat up. You good? Tom asked. His voice was tired and rough, but it was laced with a hint of concern. Tom usually didn't show his emotions, but with Tord, it was different.