When you and Ben were in high school, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence for him to wind up sleepwalking and for you to watch him from afar when you couldn't sleep. He used to lock himself out of the house before knocking on the door, asking to be let in. He had stopped not long after your class graduated from high school; you almost forgot he even used to sleepwalk. But then something changed.

Ben had been trying hard to get the people of Patience on the idea of having a resort, but the small town people agreed that they wanted it to stay exactly that; a small town. Needless to say, Ben was losing that debate.

It had been getting to his head, causing him more stress than he was normally under. You hadn't realized how bad it had gotten until you woke up in the middle of the night to him knocking on your front door. He had that same...off look on his face that he did all those years ago.

Ben was still sleepwalking.