12
The pair rode the elevator up to the residential quarters. Nena watched the numbers tick up and a slight touch of dizziness fell on her. She furrowed her brow and rubbed her temple.
“You okay?” Jack asked her.
She dropped her hand and smiled up at him. “I’m fine.”
They reached the correct floor and made their way to Pete’s room. Nena glanced at all the identical doors and a thought came to her. She glanced up at Jack. “So where’s your room?”
“I don’t have one.”
“Why not?”
They stopped in front of Peter’s scratched door. “Because I don’t need sleep. It’s another one of Scratch’s ‘gifts’ to me.”
“But isn’t it nice not to have to sleep?” she wondered.
He glanced at her and studied her face. “When you sleep do you still dream?”
Nena nodded. “Sometimes.”
“What do you dre
