What time is it? Still no light outside, so…earlier than 6. Still…you gotta go to the bathroom or something, now that you’re up. As you try and slink your way out of bed, you notice that…you’re stuck. And you can’t exactly breathe. …And there’s something crazy soft that’s brushing up against your leg.

As you look over to your side, you find the cause of all these things. It’s Jack, clinging to you like you’re a plushie or something. Right…you asked him to stay in your room for the night…