“You musn’t blame yourselves.” He may as well nip this thing in the bud. He leans against Peter’s leg, trying to give him a physical anchor to reality. He’s not sure what Stephen is trying to do, but he can feel in the depths of his soul that it won’t work.

“If she had made the slightest sound I would have heard it long before you could. Nothing would be different if you had been awake.”