When she had thought herself sufficiently calmed, Chastity laid herself back down and tried to get comfortable and go back to sleep; comfort was found, but sleep did not come and she laid there for what she thought was an interminable, intolerable amount of time before she had abandoned the notion altogether. Without thinking, she got out of her crib and padded out of her room and immediately down to Jack’s room. She carefully entered, and even more carefully climbed into his crib, whereupon she had tossed back some of his blanket and snuggled in next to him, replacing it only after she had made herself comfortable. At that point she had laid her head on his chest, and whether it had been the sound of his breathing or the sound and feel of his heartbeat, she was out like a light inside a minute. Jack would not have smiled, not even a little, had he known the extreme nature of her terror.