"I do want it," he exhales, barely more than a tiny whisper as he moans and leans forward, trying to get himself away from the danger. "Rene," he pleads. "I'm going to get in trouble. You're going to get in trouble," he says. "I should go to my room and go to bed. And then whatever happens in the dark...well, I'll just say I was sleepwalking then."

"I can't be faulted for sleepwalking, can I?"