Sydney knew it wasn't nice to do that to him, but if he wasn't going to share, she was going to take the good sleeping place. She closed her eyes, cuddling a pillow.
Meanwhile, Jon fumed silently at the foot of the bed. Who did Sydney think she was? He headed toward the door to leave, but discovered that he couldn't figure out how to turn the doorknob. He was trapped.
He didn't know what to do now. Should he try again to get his bed back? He thought about talking to Sydney, reasoning with her...but she clearly had no idea what actually was going on. What would she be like if she realized it? That was what he was afraid of.
He curled up next to the bed, hoping that somehow this would get fixed soon.
