In which Christopher Robin can't fall asleep.

[nowwearesix]

Christopher Robin couldn't sleep. He lay in bed for a while, staring up at the moonlight filtering through the house's roof. Pooh and Piglet curled next to him on the little bed, both looking content

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[the_cop]

Ray was sitting outside his and Horatio's hut, just getting some air, looking up at the moon and stars and thinking about stuff. His thoughts were broken when he saw a moving shadow coming toward him from behind. He tensed and peeked over his shoulder. Of course, when he saw who the shadow belonged to he felt silly for having worried at all.

"Christopher Robin? Don't tell me you're already old enough to be sneaking out on a date..."

[nowwearesix]

"I couldn't sleep," Christopher Robin declared, no longer whispering now he was outside. "You couldn't either?"

[the_cop]

"Uh..." Ray sighed, and absently scratched the day old stubble on his jaw. "I didn't try too hard, yet. Too anxious to sleep."

"What's up with you, bad dreams?" he asked, motioning Christopher Robin to join him.

[nowwearesix]

"No. I never fell asleep, so I wasn't dreaming." Christopher Robin sat down next to him. "Why are you anxious?"

[nevergrowsup]

Peter still hadn't found Tink, but he wasn't about to give up. Nighttime was the best time to look for fairies, anyway, that was when they were having their dances.

Sword out, he walked the winding paths around the island, keeping an eye out for fairy lights. His stomach was growling, but he ignored it. Peter would make-believe a splendid dinner later, maybe.

He stopped when he saw the boy. "Hello. Have you seen any fairies down this way?"

[nowwearesix]

Christopher Robin looked at the boy, and thought about it a moment, and shook his head a little sadly. "No," he said politely. "I'm sorry, I haven't. Did you lose one?"

[nevergrowsup]

He nodded. "She seems to have flown off the minute we got here, an' I haven't found her yet." Peter didn't like to think about the idea that Tinkerbell hadn't come through with him at all, even if she certainly would have found him by now if she were here.

Peter looked at Christopher Robin closely for the first time. He looked like Michael, and no end of other boys with other names. "Hello. Are you Lost, by chance?"

[nowwearesix]

"Well," Christopher Robin said, "if I see her, I shall certainly tell you where to find her." He cocked his head, about to tell the boy that he wasn't lost at all, that he lived in that little house right there, but there was a certain emphasis to Lost, where you could almost hear the capital L just in the way he said it.

So he asked instead, "What do you mean?"

[great_talent]

It was too nice a night not to take a walk. Hiro had slipped out of his hut earlier, intent on just walking about the new area that he lived in. He didn't expect to come across anyone else outside, nevermind what looked to be a small boy.

"Oh, hello," he greeted, offering the stranger a smile. Was he one of his neighbors? He wasn't sure. "You take walk too?"

[nowwearesix]

"Hello," Christopher Robin said politely. "Yes, I suppose I am. I couldn't sleep. Couldn't you either?"

[great_talent]

"I could sleep, but it much too nice night to be inside," he explained, glancing up at the sky. His attention returned to the boy a moment later. "I am Hiro Nakamura. It is very nice to meet you. Do you live in this place too?"

He remembered Charlie had called the little groups of huts something, but he couldn't quite remember the word.

[nowwearesix]

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr Nakamura" Christopher Robin said agreeably. "I'm Christpher Robin. I live in that little house right there."

[strandedseaman]

Horatio, likewise, had trouble sleeping, though his difficulties were due to his upcoming marriage. Try as he might, he could not shake the idea that he would do something foolish in front of so many people. It was a thought that kept him up at night, and therefore quick to spy Christopher Robin slipping from his hut.

He ought to have been more stern, but the truth was, Horatio was glad for the company. "Mischief afoot?" he called softly through the darkness.

[nowwearesix]

"I couldn't sleep," Christopher Robin answered, turning to walk toward where Horatio sat. "I don't know why. Can't you either?"

[strandedseaman]

Horatio shifted on his log to let the boy have the seat closest to the dying fire. "Sometimes our heads are too full of thoughts, no matter how tired our bodies."

[nowwearesix]

Christopher Robin sat down on the log, resting his elbows on his knees, his chin in his hands. "What sort of thoughts?"