Hermione slept fitfully the entire night. Thoughts about the Resistance wanting her to become a spy naturally took up a great deal of her limited thinking capacity. Even when she was able to drift off to sleep, her mind kept returning to thoughts of what would happen if she was discovered. Nothing seemed to be worth the risk. Nothing. What could the Resistance offer her as incentive to put not only herself, but her only child in mortal danger? As she was living at present, all she had to worry about was her death. Even someone as clearly mentally deranged as William Wood only cared what happened to her. It was her side that exacted such devastating punishments from their enemies.