You wake up, as the sun's about to rise. This is the day the goddess takes you to that house she mentioned. You sit up, lighting your morning joint, glancing at your suitcases. Sounds like Liz is still asleep. Your room is a mess, your open curtains revealing the hint of dawn and the silhouette of the maple tree outside your window. There's drool running down your chin, your hair is a mess, and your phone is on 4%.