Katelina woke when Jorick bolted upright. She blinked tired eyes against the vague knowledge there'd been a sound. She looked to Jorick, then imagined him leaping out of bed, wearing his usual nothing. With a groan, she waved him under the covers. Sarah had already seen enough of him.
She opened the door, the word, "What?" on her lips, but her friend wasn't there. "Sarah?" She stuck her head out and peered in both directions.
The hallway was empty.
"What does she want?" Jorick called irritably.
With a shrug she shut the door. "No one's there."
"I heard someone bang on the door." He brushed hair back from his face. "Never mind. You can ask her tomorrow."
But when Katelina asked her that evening, Sarah looked puzzled. "I didn't knock on your door."
"If you didn't-" Katelina trailed off and shivered. "Now do you believe us, Jorick?"
His answer was a murmur, but she thought she saw concern flash in his eyes.