After our 10-mile hike, we were all exhausted. At four in the afternoon the next day, Jack was still asleep on the couch. 

“I need to do something,” he groaned, shrugging off the blanket, standing up from the couch, stretching. 

“What’s something?” River asked him. 

“I don’t know,” Jack signed, sitting back down on the couch, reclining, pulling the blanket back over himself and closing his eyes.