One by one, you return to your beds, sleep comes easily or begrudgingly, each to their own mood and habits.  Hours slipped by in the winter night, but soon, too soon, dawn comes, and with it brings, along with light into Snowflake Valley, unpleasant discoveries.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:  Anyone with a 6:00 am wake-up call or earlier gets it on schedule, anyone inclined to sleep in may do so until someone wakes them up or I give the "GM's wake-up call"</strong><br/><br/><strong>Roger</strong><br/>Cindi returns, blowing into your ear just after 6:00am until you twitch awake, which makes her giggle.  "He missed you last night, found someone else to play with.  It's gross!"<br/><br/><strong>Vivian</strong><br/>Just before six, a knock comes at your door.  "Dr. Fischer?" asks a voice, that she recognizes as belonging to the night manager, Mr. Fox.  "Are you awake?  Please let me in."