Dante awoke just as he did before only minus the headache. He had kept his shirt on this time, the night having been unusally cold, but he could have grown a wool coat if he needed it so him getting cold was of no concearn to him. Feeling another breeze blow in Dante glanced over to the window which proved to be the culprit of the draft that was blowing in. He really needed to fix that. So with that in mind he got out of bed and began downstairs looking for something to patch up the window.