As he finished speaking, though, his lips closed around something small and soft, yet firmer than the rest of his pillow. Something that intimately reminded him of Abby as his not-quite pillow started to squirm underneath him. Regardless of the sudden pain, his eyes shot open. His bloodshot vision took in a blurry, sunlit mess of colour that reminded him of his room, but with a good chunk of solid black both underneath, and surrounding his head.