Vincent was tired. Just simply tired. He had a long day of being a weatherman- oh, and killing people for fame as well. He was laying down on his couch, a white fuzzy blanket covering him as he snored loudly from exhaustion. One of his hands was on his chest, which rose and fell with every loud snore Vincent did. He was out of it, and wouldn't wake up for a good long while...

"Zzz... snoooore Mmmmm... brighter..."