Night passed for Niala, an uneasy stew of dreams and the day's events. Part of knew that everything now was a bad idea, no a<strong>BAD</strong>idea, and she should run, leave, do something. Part of her was too busy reliving the mixture of the past and today.<br/><br/>On the whole, she was sleeping, near exhausted. The morning came, and Niala was a little annoyed to have missed out on, well, the night. She was never going to get anything done at this rate. Even if she was going to enjoy every moment of not searching the place.<br/><br/>Hopefully, she had enough time to search some more before Amethyst work up and Niala had to blow the ... where-ever-she-was-from.