Oli sat down next to me and with a photograph in his hand. "Don't believe me, huh?" He said, almost shoving it in my face.

I pushed him off and snatched the photo out of his hand. "That's me?" my voice was trembling slightly. I looked so messed up, I was laying on some crappy looking stairs, god knows where, with my head against the wall. "How did you take it?"

He smiled. "Well, honey." His voice rises. "The incidences, they started a little after I moved in with you. The first time, you only sat up in bed and started talking to me, in this weird way that none of your words actually stringed a proper sentence. I had to shush you back to sleep like a baby. Then the incidences began to happen more frequently. Then you started walking, and soon enough they escalated to such severity that we both agreed you needed to see a doctor about them. So, answering your question, it was something you had asked me to do. You had showed me how to use your film camera, just to take the pictures of you each time it happened so you could get some perspective of what happened."

"What happened in this one?" I asked him, still so confused.

He explained it all to me. "I woke up, and you weren't in bed. I immediately searched the house for you, but I couldn't find you anywhere. I was panicking, so I grabbed the camera, the car keys and left the house. You had wandered down the street, down to the nearest tube station, and then fallen back asleep on the stairs. You'd even managed to somewhat dress yourself. I was so glad I found you, I honestly was so scared, not many people know how to deal with someone who is sleep walking. I was worried you could have walked into the road, gotten hit or something..."

I sighed. "What did you do?"

"I picked you up, wrapped my black hoodie around you and put you in the car, drove you back home and everything. You didn't even stir for the whole trip home." He stood up. Walked over to a drawer and opened it, with a stiff pull on the handle, and yanked out a piece of paper. "The doctors note, and prescription. I'm not lying to you, I promise."

I read the paper, it said a whole load of things related to the way I slept, and some different prescription drugs that I was told to use. There was also a list of things, like sleeping on the ground floor, alarms, locked doors etc. "The prescription, did it help me?"

"Yeah, it did actually. I only every saw you have one or two episodes after you started taking the prescription."

"Good." I said abruptly. The drugs I was taking, whatever they were, must have been having such a toll on my body. I'd never had trouble with sleep before. But he was telling the truth. which meant that the argument we had that day, before the fall, it wasn't an argument, but just some strange sleepwalking episode.

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