Sandy lay in bed for hours that night, worrying about Teddy. He was surely sitting outside on the grass, alone and cold. She couldn't relax enough to sleep. Her mind was too keyed up with anxiety of Teddy's return. When she finally did sleep, her dreams took her through all of the painful memories she'd burried so long ago. The time she'd spent agonizing after Teddy's absense after he so suddenly disappeared from her life. It all made sense now, and she understood why he'd gone, and that he couldn't have helped it. But she still felt that old painful sense of abandonment.<br/><br/>When she finally couldn't bring herself to lay in bed any more, she rose quietly so as not to wake her slumbering roommate and went down into the basement of the dorm room. There, she found the computer lap, and logged into one of the stations. She spent the rest of the night searching the internet for information to help her understand what was going on, and working out details of her move into the house with Teddy. He surely wouldn't understand the technicalities of real-estate and such, so she decided to arrange it in advance.<br/><br/>When she finished with the computer, she went back to her room, dressed, gathered her school books and went out to find Teddy. She stood on the front steps of the dorm room, her eyes scanning the area. She found him sitting in the grass and approached quietly.<br/><br/>"Good morning," she said timidly, "How was your night?"