The only thing Robert was glad for at that moment was that he wasn't working at the Infirmary during the power outage. When he finally returned to his room, the sun had already started to edge up off the horizon, and he hadn't slept yet. Ever since he'd started to work so hard, the rising sun meant waking up, not falling asleep.

But he did not wager he'd be going to sleep anytime soon, despite how tired he was.

"Sunshine?" He called out into the multi room apartment. He pushed on the back of one sneaker with his toe, knocking first one shoe off, and then the other. No one was in the living room, so he checked the the bedroom next. The bed was made, a sure sign that Petra'd been there. But she wasn't, now.

He checked the bathroom, and closed it shut with a soft click when he found it empty. The entire apartment was empty, and silent, and cold.

When he dragged himself over to the bed, a weary consumption ate into him. He dropped, and instantly cringed when he heard the crinkle of paper underneath him. A little note sat on the pillow, and he pulled it closer to read it.

Quote:
Dear Robert,
I wasn't sure if you went back to work, so I went to the fields to get some training in. It's better than sitting around here doing nothing, right? I'll be back tonight for dinner, if you're free.

I love you.


The paper turned blurry and he couldn't see it anymore. He folded it up, and slid it into his shirt, before curling up into fetal position around her pillow.

He cried, and cried, and cried. And he'd been right, all along. There would be no sleep for him, tonight.