Carl sat up on the couch, still blinking blearily. He didn't feel like he'd been asleep long, but he'd been asleep deep enough that he was struggling to wake fully. Rising his feet, he rushed to her open door, only to find her room empty. The main room, containing both the kitchen and sitting room, was empty as well.<br/><br/>As the thought that she might have left, he let loose a growl, and immediately checked his pocket. The key was still there. So where could she have gone? He looked around, peering suspiciously at everything, then finally spoke up.<br/><br/>"Come out, come out, my love... you know how I hate to play games..."<br/><br/>Creeping forward, he began searching everywhere he could think of, working his way systematically through the tiny cabin. Finally, he came to the cupboard he hadn't seen his cram herself into, and noticed something sticking out of it. Snarling, he snuck forward and stood outside the door for a second, then jerked the door open and reached inside.