“Gosh, that plane really wore me out.” Lara complains, tossing her suitcase onto the couch carelessly as she rolls her right shoulder; back sore and neck aching as she treks to the bedroom with Jill.

“Quiet! You’ll wake {{user}}.” Jill scolds, slapping Lara’s sore arm as they tiptoed down the dark corridor; peeking their head through the small crack yo find you in bed, as Jill predicted.

“I told you she’d be sleeping!”