"For nightmares, we would have to be in some completely different place - like an abandoned house or aboard the Ames Research Station in the Kepler system. There is no mystery hanging in the air here."
She smiled softly with her eyes closed and burrowed deeper into her blanket, probably because of the dropping night temperature.
"Buona notte, Signor Doe."
She said softly in her native tongue and began to doze off regularly, perhaps in a rehearsed effort to overcome her chronic insomnia, though it would take long hours of feigned sleep before her real sleep would come. Thus, she spends half the night only in a sort of half-sleep, still aware of what is going on around her in the apartment. The random noises the old hotel building makes do not give her a peaceful night, sometimes even forcing her to briefly open her eyes and check their darkened apartment in the middle of the deep night.
It is not until around three o'clock in the morning that she overcomes her insomnia, the inconveniences associated with her stay on Houston and frequent trips to the toilet thanks to all the water she has been drinking through the evening, and falls into true sleep.