Shane Winchester helped her tuck in the quilt, then sat by the bedside watching her for a while longer, until her breathing gradually became even, before he softly spoke: "Goodnight, sweet dreams."
Turning off the lights again, he turned to leave, the room door slowly closing, and the bedroom gradually turned into a pitch-black chamber, with only the music box on the dressing table gently playing the melody of Sky City.
Early the next morning, when Shane Winchester walked out of the room, he saw Jackson Sully busying herself with her flowers and plants, thoroughly absorbed in her work.
To be honest, sometimes he truly felt jealous, jealous that she cared more about those flowers and plants than about him.
Seeing that she hadn't noticed he was out, he leaned against the wall, watching her bustle around.
