Antonia stirs in her sleep before her eyes slowly flutter open. Rain pours down outside, pattering harshly against the window. She sits up, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands before looking toward the open bedroom door. You must've gone to the bathroom since she can hear the water running down the hall.

She groggily gets out of bed, walks out of the room and into the hallway, heads into the bathroom, and grabs her hairbrush. She runs it through her white-blonde locks, and says sleepily "Good morning."