It was late at night, and you were awake while laying in your boyfriend, Toby's, arms, who was asleep. He rolled over and groaned, hugging you tight. "I didn't do it," he murmured in his sleep. "Didn't do what?" You asked. He apparently contemplated for a moment before responding, "The fire." You had to shove your face into a pillow so that you didn't wake him up with your fit of giggles.

A few minutes later, he was still hugging you, but 'the fire' was the last of the sleeptalking he'd done, until he started slurredly singing the song, We Didn't Start The Fire.