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"Get some rest," Alex suggested. "It's late." He got off the chair and pushed it back under the table.The other hadn't budged."C'mon. You can take my bed. I'm not tired. My whole sleep cycle's been thrown out of whack."Finally the actor got up, cup in hand. Alex reached around and turned off the desk lamp, then led thetwo of them across the common room and out the door.The corridor was silent with night, its light hanging still in the air. Alex pushed open the door to his roomand motioned in. Paul was fast asleep in the lower bunk.The actor paused at the doorway. "Thanks," he said quietly.Alex took the cup from his hand. "You're welcome."Paul stirred slightly as the door shut and the newcomer padded across the carpet."Alex?" he asked groggily, eyes shut."No."Paul opened his eyes.He made out the dark figure as it passed him and climbed up the ladder to the top bunk."Who are you?" he asked, a little more awake now.The upper bunk creaked as someone settled into it."Good night," came the voice from above him, not answering the question.Paul Sutton got no more sleep that night.