Room 216, Sunday Morning

Natalie was asleep. She hadn't expected that to happen, but it had, though it had taken a long time and had been pretty fitful. What could you expect after the day she'd had, with everything that was going on, really? It did not make for sweet dreams. It was only now in the morning that she seemed to be sleeping sort of calmly, in her baggy shirt and grey pajama bottoms, on her side with her back towards Sam. Or maybe it wasn't that she was calm as much as it was that she'd worn herself out with stress.

Either way, it probably wouldn't last very long.

[ooc: For the necromancer!]