"Mostly the fact that he's apparently decided to destroy the living room," Merritt returns dryly, heading for the balcony overlooking the suite's first floor to see what Jack is actually doing.

It won't take much to figure it out, as he's shoved the coffee table out of the way and opened the pull-out from one of the sofas. Jack himself is out of sight at the moment, but then a door closes downstairs, and he dumps an armful of pillows and blankets onto it - and then looks up at them like he's not at all surprised they're there. "I figured the odds were good everybody was gonna go back to sleep, and..."

He also figures the odds are good they could all use the continued contact.