"Goodnight," he replied to Brian's retreating form, waving foolishly. He'd enjoyed that. No one came to visit him in the kitchen, besides Adam. And Brian was different than Adam, Wensley thought, though he did not let his thoughts go any further than that.

Looking around his kitchen, he smiled for a moment, then placed the pudding bowl into the sink and walked out the door, turning off the lights on his way out. He thought he might be able to sleep tonight, after all.