It's late morning and Sasha is scratching at your door, again. Another emergency that doesn't have the decency to wait for a respectable hour. Do you lock your door?
Someone's in your bed this morning. Who is it? How did they end up here, and how do you feel about it?
They stir slightly, but don't get up to answer the door, unfortunately.What does your bedroom look like? Any pictures on the wall? Any curios around that you're fond of?
What do you do?