When Joseph didn’t stir Elissa snuggled closer to him and fell back asleep. Her hand was still holding onto the ring. Sleeping was best for her, if she tried to stay awake she knew that she would throw up. The morning was going to be rough, the last time she’d drank that much was after she’d gotten her ship. Her and her new crew had celebrated. She’d been sick most of the next day. 

The dark didn’t seem so frightening with Joseph there. It didn’t seem as lonely or oppressive. She felt safe there with him, safe wrapped in his arms. For the time she forgot about the heartache that he had caused her earlier and that there was the chance that he’d hurt her again. Why couldn’t he just remember her? It make everything easier.