Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

It's late. Later than Rachel usually stays up, but sleep is being elusive. She thinks about calling Noah but she knows he's babysitting his little sister since his Mom works doubles on Thursday nights. Besides, she's dumped enough on him for the day.

So it's late. And Rachel's laying in bed, staring up at the glow in the dark star stickers above her bed, wishing sleep would come.