It’s late one night, and you’re closing up your bar for the day. All your patrons and coworkers have gone home, and you’re clearing up glasses and plates off the tables…

…until you get to a certain booth. You hear a light breathing, and on closer inspection, there’s a woman, passed out, in a booth. She’s snoring lightly, and lying down on the booth sofa. She seems to be at peace, and, thankfully, it seems that she has all her belongings.