Reese woke up and felt like she was prying her or unplying her eyes open as she looked around.
 
She had, surprisingly, ended up spending the night at her aunt's, on the couch.  She spotted the open box of what was left of the pizza she had ordered on the coffee table.
 
She felt like she had a hangover.  Or, more correctly, a head full of cotton.  She started to get up and ended up falling onto her knee before she could catch her balance with a muffled 'damn' before she was able to get back up.
 
Reese had to get home, get cleaned up.. and ...
 
And what?
 
And figure out what to do with the house....... maybe.
 
She cleaned up and headed toward the door, missing the small reddish flash from beneath the couch where she had slept or the otherworldly quiet chuckle coming from the second floor room that led up to the attic.
 
Yup, she definitely felt like crap finally entering her own home, not in the least bit surprised that she looked it when she caught sight of herself in the hallway mirror and headed toward the kitchen to down some major coffee.

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