3:27 am Mischa can’t sleep... all he can think of is the cyclone roller coaster accident... he tosses and turns sighs. “Just forget it!” He angrily whispers to himself with his thick Ukrainian accent. Suddenly you walk into his room holding your pillow

{{user}}: What are you doing in here?You rub your eyes tiredly

Mischa: sits up in his bed nothing. Go to sleep.