It was going to be another gorgeous day. Hell, in spite of the crazy New Year’s Eve, Ursula had a feeling it was going to be an absolutely fabulous day.<br/><br/>Something in the crisp morning air told her as much. In Night Vale, good days were pretty common for her. She was, after all, a scientist and a scientist was always fine. Well, as fine as anyone living in Night Vale is anyway. There were some bad days. If she always had good days, people might start staring at her.<br/><br/>However, much to her dismay, she discovered there was no water. Shrugging that off, she opened her freezer hoping to pull out some ice cubes. Also much to her dismay all of her ice had turned into spiders that began crawling down the refrigerator door as soon as they were free from their icy prison. This was totally normal, of course, as not all spiders liked cold weather. As a scientist, she was well aware of this.<br/><br/>“Well, I can’t make hot coffee or ice coffee this morning. I guess I could stop somewhere,” she muttered aloud.<br/><br/>She could at least get breakfast going.<br/><br/>Scrambled eggs were on the menu this morning, she decided. All good days started off with a nice, fluffy scrambled egg breakfast! She did not need water to make eggs. Eggs were also perfectly safe, and easy to make. Ursula was definitely not a chef but she always tried to do her best when it came to cooking. Even at her worst, she liked to think most of what she cooked was edible.<br/><br/>When she finished preparing everything, she set the table. Then she went to her guest room. In the hallway, she listened and was greeted with silence. He must still be asleep, she thought. Not that she blamed him. That New Year’s Eve party had really been something. That New Year’s Eve party, and the events leading up to it, was something that would be considered a bad day. If neither of them had to go to work, she would go back to bed and sleep the rest of the day.<br/><br/>The door to the room was fitted with a bolt on the outside. Tapped to the door was a list of instructions that were more like rules, but illegible to most people due to the ink smeared across them.<br/><br/>Ursula knocked on the door softly. She did not slide the bolt. Yet.