Paranoia

At 6:30, screaming. Wailing. Caterwauling. Demands and imprecations. Yet I held firm.

Now, it's 8:49, and all is silent. Hmmm... I started to get kind of weirded-out, worrying that something bad had happened. So I tiptoed in to Iain's room to have a look.

There he was, stretched out flat on his back, snoring like a bear. I guess he's ok.