Sophie's point of view:

I opened the door and it was Mr Owen. I looked at him as she looked so unkempt. He has been sweating.

I can't believe he can come back seeking my help after accusing me of a terrible thing but he looks like someone in need of help.

He held his pillow so tight to his chest, almost shivering.

"Can I pass the night in your room?" He asked with fear.

He is scared of something.

"Come again." I told him.

"Can I pass the night in your room?" He asked me again.

"And why do you want to?" I asked him.

"I think I need...