NIGHT(side)WALK

[Following this, this and this...

The scene hasn't changed a whole lot. There's still a redhead curled up in someone else's bed. She has the blankets piled on, even if the weather isn't all that cold, and looks to be hiding under them.

The pile of discarded magazines, tissues, and even a plate or two, indicate she hasn't left said bed in some time. Nor does she appear to be doing so any time soon. It was one thing to pretend you were fine while you got abducted, locked up, and tossed around -- but it was another thing entirely to actually be. Especially when you spent the next few hours wandering around in your own head.

One of the magazines is unceremoniously tossed to the floor, and she curls back up with a blanket over her head.]