The evening was enjoyable but soon I wanted to go back to bed. Only problem was, in Red Room we were never allowed to sleep unless one hand was in a handcuff attached to the bed, and that was a bit of a problem.

"Clint... do you have a pair of handcuffs?"

"Why?"

I looked at him then looked at the floor and he seemed to realize what was going on.

"No, but I promise you will be fine without them. I'm going to be right there if you need me. I'm going to sleep on a pallet next to your bed."

"O-Okay..."

I was nervous about the whole thing, and well it was just odd. I knew that I meant nothing to Red Room now. For all they knew I was dead, right where they had left me. As I laid down, I watched Clint make his spot on the floor. He smiled at me and I knew I would be just fine. I was still so scared and I had no idea why I trusted this man that I hardly knew, but for some reason I did. I fell asleep not too long after Clint did and it was reassuring to have someone else in the room. It didn't seem like a dream anymore.