After a moment, he looked up thoughtfully. "From a cannon," he said, "Through the ceiling."
I'm, um. Not going to try and keep awake. Because every minute is fairly painful at the moment, and that's bothering me because I know it's just tragic, and...yeah. So. Bed. ~nods~ I could probably do with the extra sleep anyway.
Oh. Pain. Yes. ~dries eyes~ ANYway. Enid Blyton. Ribena. Sleep.