Shula was left alone in the dim light of the living room. She supposed it was better then being left along in a cold dark cell but it still didn't make the feeling in her chest go away. The woman explored around the small apartment again, looking at the plants and various décor. She was familiar with many of the appliances but they all looked so futuristic she wasn't sure they were even the same thing. The woman was left with nothing but her thoughts now...<br/><br/>She sat on the couch now, looking at the TV as the woman repeated another story. Shula looked at the coffee table and she picked the remote that Faelan was using out of the line-up. Fiddling with the buttons a bit she found out how to change channels and the volume, not finding the contraption to hard to work with. She didn't know how long she sat there, absorbing information and ogling at the culture of humans. She found many of the shows puzzling, not sure why the stories of random humans mattered or why there were a seemingly disembodied crowd laughing in the background. Eventually she became tired.<br/><br/>The woman had already wrapped a blanket around her but she could find no comfort in the cushions. Eventually it got to the point that she took the cushions off, laying them on floor and pushing them in the corner of the couch. When they were uncomfortable still she began doing the only thing she knew would make the bedding comfortable; she began ripping up the cushions. After her crusade of carnage she had a sizable and very comfortable nest. Completing it with a few throw pillows that remained she wrapped the blanket around her, curling up into a ball. That night she received the best sleep since she had arrived in the human world.