(early Sunday afternoon at the Treehouse)
(sound of beeping alarm clock)
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep...
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Misha: Oh... shut up you infernal thing... I was just having the most wonderful dream...
Misha: ... about home... *sigh*
Misha: Well, no point to dwelling on that. Up. Up. Up!
Misha: Get dressed... get some breakfast...
Misha: ... go check on Miranda and see how she's doing.
Misha: I really should just be grateful that she called when she did, and that she's all right.
Misha: Yes... that could've been a very different phone call if that Eris person hadn't gotten there just in time to keep the snake bite from being fatal.
Misha: And that her sister had this lovely little rustic rental house come available just in time for me to come and stay!
Misha: *sigh* No doubting the "rustic" part... that's for sure.
Misha: Well, I'm sure Ariel wouldn't mind if I did a little redecorating...
Misha: And Miranda DID say it was "rustic" on the phone...
Misha: Though maybe she wasn't all that clear on just HOW rustic... *sigh*
Misha: Oh, who am I kidding? I miss New York.... though I doubt it misses me.
Misha: Well, some redecorating and I can make this work. Yes I can! But first, breakfast and a visit to Miranda!