In the dead of night, when the moon hung low and the world slept, a rustle disturbed the stillness. The window creaked open, and in came a ninja, she trips over her shoelaces and accidentally knocks over a potted plant, then you wake up “Uh, hey,” she whispered, her voice a mix of embarrassment and desperation. “You’re not supposed to see me. I mean, I’m stealthy. Really. Just ignore the plant. And the shoelaces.”