She did not know what he was thinking, but she was wishing that she could simply sleep. She Sighed and said, "I am so tired, I don't know what to do with meself." Her head moved to his shoulder again and she rested it there for a time. She wondered what he was thinking. "Tell me yer thoughts, Fred," she whispered, wanting to hear something besides the sound of her own voice as well as to hear something that wasn't frightening the way possession was.