Jake stayed up all night, refusing to sleep no matter how much Crypt begged him. He knew that the assassin believed he had killed him, but he was too paranoid right now to sleep.
He sat on the couch, eyes wide open, thinking about who could want him dead until the sun rose. The rays of light made it through the window and onto his face; it was then he realized he had actually stayed up for the whole night.
His face was droopy, bags under his eyes, and his hair scattered. He rubbed both his eyes and pushed himself off the chair, but his legs had already fallen asleep and he went plummeting like a stone in water, face down into the floor.
Bam
He slammed into the ground. "Arghhhhh," he groaned in pain. "Curse you, Crypt, why didn't you catch me?" Jake said, his voice muffled by the floor.
"Sorry, master," Crypt said, and Jake could swear that he heard laughter. Crypt helped him back up. He slowly got feeling back into his leg and walked to the stairs and into the bathroom.
