Joshua blinked at her, shifting slowly to lie on his back at her words that he looked really tired. He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes. "Then perhaps we should get some sleep." he said, making himself comfortable. But then his eyes popped open at her question and he was sitting up to look at her. He blinked a few times, looking at her before he was slowly lying back down, gazing up at the ceiling. "I guess so. I barely remember him. I must have been six or seven when he was murdered." he told her, stifling a yawn. His eyes closed again "I think it's time for some sleep now." he told her, not holding back his yawn now. "Been a long day." he added, stretching out his body and starting to fall asleep.<br/><br/>Joshua didn't quite understand his dream, not that he often remembered his dreams, but this one was stuck in his head. It showed on his face when he was lying there the next morning, staring up at the stone ceiling above him. He was frowning, and thinking, and trying to recall everything.