Katrina woke slowly, half-thinking she was back at home in her apartment, nothing that had happened actually happened. Slowly rolling onto her side and slipping out of the sheets, she noticed a scrap of paper on one of the blankets. Reading it slowly, she sighed and stretched. Sleep felt good, even if she was in a weird place. She made her way into the hallway, which was surprisingly dark and unlit. Eventually she found her way to the kitchen after following the scent of Toad in a Hole. "That... smells pretty good." she commented, looking over his shoulder.