Samantha had the sensation of flying for a moment then she was on the ground again.  She was still dreaming.  A few hours later she opened her eyes.  It had already gotten dark outside and she had no way of telling what time it was.  She almost panicked when she couldn't figure out where she was. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness.  Across the room from her was another sleeping figure.  She silently sniffed the air and could tell it was Nate.  She must have fallen asleep.  She scolded herself for doing so and quietly slipped off the bed.<br/><br/>She knew she had to be quiet in order to not disturb him. She walked to the door and slowly turned the handle.  She opened the door slightly, and wished that she didn't.  Light from the hallway seemed to shine into the room, hitting Nate right in the face. She quickly shut the door.  Since she couldn't leave without the potential of disturbing him, she walked back over to the bed and sat on it.  She would just have to wait til he got up to leave.  She made a promise to herself to explain that it wasn't him that made her fall asleep, but the exhaustion from such a powerful spell.