Shelley feels the tiniest hint of satisfaction as he looks away - can't he meet her eyes? - but it gives way in the face of anxiety as the lights go off. She turns around, and it's all she can do. Turn her back, and curl under the cold sheets, and shut her eyes tight.
It's not long, cold, frightened and staying as still as she can, before she starts shivering.
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Date: 2006-11-03 11:52 pm (UTC)It's not long, cold, frightened and staying as still as she can, before she starts shivering.