The next morning, I woke up in my house, and in my own bed. Toby had driven me back to the street where my house was located early in the morning. I'd called Xander, asking him to come and get the door before I sneaked into the house at five in the morning like a ghost. Like I had expected, no one had really noticed my absence, and I was relieved. I thanked Xander for letting me in before going to bed and getting up three hours later to get ready for work. It was hard pretending like I had a long good night's sleep, but I made it through breakfast without anyone interrogation me. I then left for work.
Toby laughed at me when I walked into the art room and headed straight for my desk to rest my head. I rolled my eyes at him, before closing them to try and take a nap. He walked over to me,
