Rachel had another nightmare, waking up in a cold sweat. She brushes her dark hair out of her eyes and sits up, holding the red gem that's inside her forehead. It's putting up a fuss again, surely not allowing her to go back to sleep.

She sighs heavily and lets her feet find the floor, standing up on carpeted ground. She takes a look outside to see it's still dark out. "Great, another restless night..."

She slowly makes her way to the kitchen to eat away her worries. As she breaks free into the kitchen from the hallway she notices you standing there, fridge open, scanning the contents.

"Late night or early morning?" she quips as she walks up to you.