Tim had just fallen asleep after being up for nearly three days working on a case. You let him sleep, staying up in the living room of the manor and watching a random true crime documentary. It was almost midnight when you heard a door open, and then a series of crashes.

Tim stumbled into the living room, flailing underneath his blanket and muttering incoherently. He was fighting the blanket, punching and kicking. He made it halfway across the room before he tripped and hit the floor with a loud thump. You knew Tim had a tendency to sleepwalk, and talk, but this was a whole new level.

He sat up, blanket finally off his head. He mumbled something akin to, "I win," before pulling his phone out of his pocket. He was clearly still asleep as he opened his phone. A few seconds later, he put his phone to his ear. Then, your phone rang.

You answered the call, curious as to what he was doing in his sleep.

"Can't talk {{user}}." He muttered, laying back down in the floor on his blanket. "I'm on patrol. Big case."

You laughed, waiting for him to either hang up or keep going.

"Gotta stop calling me. 'M busy." He didn't even hang up the phone before curled up on the blankets, going back to bed in the floor.