"Somehow I find it hard to believe that you ever had any difficulty with 'real' girls," she answers, pausing in her unfolding of the mattress cover to make the finger quotes. She tucks one side under, then stretches across to match it up on the other side.

It's then that the thought hits her. She's been having difficulty sleeping since the night Coonan was shot: to the tune of screaming, even, on the particularly bad nightmares. She tries not to allow the concern to show in her face, but there's a worry there that Castle will discover this has been hitting her harder than she's chosen to reveal.

She turns away under the guise of fluffing up the pillow.