#Chapter45
Placing the phone on the window's lip, he took a shaky breath before moving over to the wardrobe, almost tripping as something in the darkness hit his foot, and found a shirt at random, pulling it on. He hadn't changed out of the shorts or diaper he had been in before Jackson had spoken to him, and he made a quick detour to the bathroom to take the soiled thing off and freshen up. It hadn't been wet for long, and the discomfort hadn't hit until he had stood up.
Then, once done, he crept out of the nursery, creeping along the halls and down the grand staircase in search of his bear. He didn't see sleep coming anytime soon, but at least he wouldn't be alone if he had his Vader.
/"Sylvester?/"