Room 425, Saturday Morning

Hanna was pretty much dead to the world this morning. Perhaps the spiked punch she drank last night was part of the reason for that. Or maybe being Saturday morning was the reason. She always slept in later on weekends.

Whatever. She was sleeping in because she could. She had a right to do so without being interrupted by someone knocking on her door.

( Wherein Hanna is not awake enough for this, yet )

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