He did not sleep that night. She did not know this at first. She had fallen asleep on her side of the bed, and he was on his side of the bed, and the cottage was quiet, and the clock said three, and the light, through the window, was the colour of late afternoon, and the colour was a degree colder, and the cold was the cold of a place that had been a place for sixteen nights, and was beginning to forget how to be the place it had been. In the morning, she woke, and he was not in the bed. She l...