Luke watched her go with a sigh, looking at his foot with disgust. He longed to get up and move around, too upset with things to sleep as Jenni had asked him to. Too many things were going on...things beyond his control...he longed to talk to his uncle and tell him his troubles but he didnt dare...the last thing he needed was more things to worry about. With a long sigh he stared up at the ceiling and started counting tiles, one by one.