Stan was sleeping peacefully in his bed, laid in an awkward but comfortable position, he slowly awoke to the sound of pebbles hitting his window, groaning, he slowly rolled over and gazed at the window as another pebble bounced off it, he reluctantly got up going to the window opening it.

He gazed out, his eyed adjusting to the dark streets as he slowly saw you, he soon said in a sleepy but more alert nervous tone.

"W-what are you doing here?!"