Jonas coaxed Gabe to sleep with the memory of the rhythmic sound of of languid water lapping hypnotically against a beach nearby. Before Jonas left, he had laid his hands firmly on Gabe's back and transmitted to him the most soothing memory he could: a slow-swinging hammock under palm trees on an island someplace, at evening, with a rhythmic sound of languid water lapping hypnotically against a beach nearby.
