[She takes hold of that bony hand and lets Cruz help pull her to her feet, but soon she's reaching for Johnny's hands to pull him out of the chair.]

Thanks for letting us stay, Mr. Cruz. We'll be really quiet so we don't wake you up.

[Not that she'll be dreaming soundly with thoughts of El Cucuy on her mind, but maybe the drugs will put her in a pleasant, thoughtless place. They shuffle their way into the room they'll be sleeping in, and Chrissy stands there for a minute looking uncertain.]

Should we just sleep in whatever we're wearing now? I don't want to get my teeth poked out because I'm used to sleeping naked now and I shouldn't do that when I'm a guest in someone's house.