Enoch lay sleeping soundly in his bed at the Portman's house. It was about 2:30 in the morning. A loud clap of thunder sounded outside. A storm had been settling over their city for the last hour or so, but it didn't wake Enoch. In fact, it helped him sleep.

"Hello?" Came a tiny voice from the doorway.

Enoch groaned, only half awake. It was amazing that something so quiet would wake him, but not a thunderstorm.

"Enoch?"

He sat up to see Claire standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light.

"What?" He asked groggily. "Do you know what time it is?" He said, pointing to the illuminated digital clock on the nightstand by his bed.

She walked closer to his bed, and Enoch could see that she was crying softly.

"Can I sleep with you?" She whimpered.

Enoch looked at her, not knowing what to say.

"I'm scared of the storm." Just then a loud crash of thunder erupted. Claire dropped into a mewling ball on the floor.

"What about Emma or Wyn?" Enoch asked. Claire stood up and looked at him pleadingly.

"Oh, fine." Enoch grumbled. "Just don't take all the covers."

Claire had already crawled into his bed by the time he finished his sentence. She snuggled up close to him. Enoch groaned in annoyance, trying to make it clear he didn't want her there. But in reality, he didn't mind. He didn't mind one bit.