"Miss Granger, wake up, wake up!"
"Mmm... where am I...?"
After her shoulder was shaken several times, Angel woke from her dream, aching all over. Only then did she realize the Sun was already high in the sky, its warm rays streaming through the bay window into the living room and falling across her body.
Tromi stood beside her, panic written all over her face. She carried a wooden bucket full of cleaning tools in one hand, while the other was poised to touch Angel again. Seeing that Angel had woken up, her anxious expression gave way to relief.
So I had fallen asleep on the living room sofa?
She slowly pushed herself up from the sofa into a sitting position. Her body, aching from her twisted sleeping posture, protested again, making Angel groan.
"Sorry, Tromi. Go get on with your work. I'll be fine after resting for a while."
The worried maid looked back at her every few steps. Only after seeing that Angel was indeed sitting steadily on the sofa did she leave the living room to attend to her work.
"Did the captain create another nightmare and make me sleepwalk into the living room?"
Clutching her head, Angel's thoughts were a mess. It took her quite a while to recall what had happened the previous night.
"So it was Ms. Daly... no, her 'face' had come by. In the end, I provoked her and she lit the living room lamp."
Angel looked up at the large gas lamp that had burned with emerald green flames the night before, frightening her unconscious while she was under the negative effects of the Magician Pocket Watch.
The gas lamp had now gone out, its slightly yellowed glass shade reflecting ever-changing colors in the sunlight.
"Maybe I went too far? It