The Sentinels oh, son, you sold your everlasting soul to the devil

deirdre continued to sleep. her head was devoid of dream; there was only blackness, which was a rare reprieve. so much had been on her mind that truly this stark silence was a blessing! not even the heady scent of her favorite snack could rouse her, and so when starbuck returned to her again she would likely still be resting.