Sleepwalking?

Today Donna couldn't make it to lunch, so I had lunch with Luna's father (first name: Matt) instead. He reminds me of his daughter in some ways; not only does he look like her, but he shares many of her mannerisms. In particular, he tends to gaze off into nowhere, seemingly completely zoned out, then suddenly fix you with the full intensity of his stare in a way that makes it clear he's 100% present. I've become fairly used to Luna doing this, but it's still unnerving.

Matt didn't talk a lot during lunch; mostly he munched his sandwich and looked out the window. We had several brief conversations, most of them small talk, that died after a few sentences.

Finally, it was starting to get a little too weird, so I reminded him that usually the purpose of these lunchtime meetups is so that we can talk about how Luna's been doing. He looked a bit surprised, blinked, then said "You're right!" and laughed as if it was very silly of him to have forgotten. (Which it was.)

"I kind of wanted to ask you about the other day, when Luna showed up at my house," I told him. I would have felt awkward bringing that up to Donna, but Luna's dad felt less intimidating. Possibly because he just didn't seem like much of an authority figure.

"Oh, yeah." He nodded as though he had expected the question. "Yeah, um, I think Luna still needs to adjust to having less free rein here than she did in the city."

That didn't explain much. "Why do you think she came over to my house, though? She never told me."

He shrugged. "Maybe she wanted to talk to you? I don't know. She gets impulses sometimes and acts on them without thinking through."

It seemed odd that she would come over to my house on impulse without some specific reason, but I let it drop.

"If you don't mind me asking, why is she being given less freedom here than she was in the city?"

He paused and scratched his head. "Donna and I felt like maybe we gave her a little too much freedom in the city. She was out a lot and we didn't always know where she was."

After another pause, he continued. "Then there was the sleepwalking thing, and, you know, we felt like we really had to keep an eye on her after that."

What sleepwalking thing? I'd never heard anything about sleepwalking. When I asked him about it, he seemed surprised that I hadn't been told anything about this, but said he'd have to ask Donna before filling me in. "I thought she would have told you," he said, "so if she didn't, maybe she has a reason. I'll let her talk to you about it, okay?"

"Okay," I said.

I called Donna when I got home, but she didn't pick up and I didn't know what to say to her answering machine, so I didn't leave a message. Maybe I can find some way to talk to her about this before next Sunday, because I'm really curious. I don't feel like I can wait a week!