"Did you eventually make it to bed", says Francois sitting down at the table. I am going to make a full pot, just in case there are others soon to join us.
"Yes, shortly after you guys. Who cleaned up last night?"
"I did. I kept waking up, so I thought I should do something. Hope I was quiet"
"You were. I didn't hear you anyway, but I was also sleeping fitfully."
"I suppose that wasn't a dream then."
"What exactly?"
"The kerfuffle with that Swedish guy and the police outside. Then later when we were having our midnight snack, that visit from Aaron."
"Thank you", say I. I am scooping in generous portions of decaf, in case people want to go back to sleep for a while.
"For what?"
"I was beginning to think I was hallucinating again."
"You're okay."
"Weren't you wearing white pyjamas last night."
"I was." And the terseness of his tone suggests we should change the subject...
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