After we got our gown and pajamas on and lay down to go to sleep, Rhonda said, “Good night, Victoria...”

“Good night.” I told her. Then I smiled. “And by the way, you can call me Vicki.”

“Vicki? Hmm, okay. I’m glad you came, Vicki.”

“I’m glad I came too...Good night.”

“Good night.”

We both lay down to go to sleep. I would say that I had a smile on my face when all of a sudden the sights and sounds of Faye’s city, Oakville, at ten o’clock began to sound off. It definitely was not a good night. All night long I heard sirens, people yelling and screaming, and the sounds of gun shots. I couldn’t sleep a wink. Then after standing all I could stand, which had to be about three hours of tossing and turning, I had to awaken Rhonda. “Rhonda...Rhonda,” I whispered loudly, “do you hear all of that?”

“All of what?” she replied, with a sleepy voice.

“Those sounds.” My eyes were popped out of my head as if I were in a Jason movie.

“They’ll go away,” she told me. “Just go back to sleep.”

I laid my head down and tried going to sleep, but it was just no use. Quite frankly, I don’t remember falling asleep; it had to be about five o’clock the next morning. Nope, not a good night at all.

By the time I had awakened the next day, I was definitely tired. It was about noontime, and Faye had peeked her head into the bedroom.

“You woke, Victoria?”

My breath replied more than my voice, “Yes. I am.”

She could tell I was drowsy. “Oh, I’ll let you sleep,” she said. “Go on back to sleep.”

“No. It’s okay, Faye. I was about to get up anyway.”