The next day.
After a good night's sleep, Sarah Joseph came out of her room looking for something to drink and saw Eason Chalmers, who was sharing a suite with her, having breakfast.
Sarah had no makeup on, wearing pajamas, with a head of messy long hair. Her eyes, a bit puffy from just waking up, squinted at Eason and ignored him, drifting like a ghost towards the fridge to find something to drink.
"My dear, don't drink something so cold in the morning. Here, here, there's soy milk. I borrowed the hotel's kitchen this morning to make it. It's at the right temperature. Could you please open your noble mouth and enjoy it as boldly as you drink alcohol, bottoms up!"
Eason called out to her as she 'floated' away.
"Oh." Sarah walked over, downed a bowl, then 'floated' back to her room to lie down.
