((available for poking, if the pup knows the coordinates of the house))

Victor was curled up in a coccoon of blankets, sleeping on the edge of the mattress that she got from Musey. She had a paintbrush curled loosely in one hand, and she was still fully dressed, shoes and all.

She shifted in her sleep, and woke up with a start. What an odd dream. She stretched out, looked down at the broken watch that Thomas gave her and decided it was too early to wake up. Or too late.

She closed her eyes again.