“Nathan?”
The words, “It’s okay, Jim,” danced on Nathan’s tongue, but he couldn’t say them. It wasn’t okay. It was as far from okay as things could get. “Jim…” Nathan tried, just sitting there on the floor in the dark as Jim sat up next to him and looked on imploringly, “do you know what’s happening?”
Jim’s brow creased. “Happening? What’s happening? Did I…” Jim glanced frantically around the room, finally returning his wide blue stare onto Nathan. “Did I sleepwalk again?”
Again. Nathan swallowed deep in his throat. “How long have you been sleepwalking?”
“I…” Jim’s eyes darted down, and Nathan knew before Jim spoke that keeping things about this a secret went both ways. “I don’t know. I guess…a while now. But it’s no big deal. I just…I wake up sometimes…out of bed. But never too far. The farthest I’ve ever been was the bathroom. I think I just have too much on my mind, that’s all.”
“Do you remember anything from when it happens?”