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*Raph begins the slow descent into wakefullness. If you were to ever get him to admit to liking something, this would be it. That place between waking reality, and sleep. Where you know you're not awake, and loving every minute of it. He's aware that Penny is beside him, and that he is warm and comfortable. Raph snakes an arm around Penny and gently pulls her closer, taking a second to adjust the blankets and pillows.

Waitaminute...
There weren't blankets and pillows when they went to sleep last night. They were out by the lake, sleeping under the stars.
A feeling of dread begins to set in.
Raph opens one eye, and slowly begins to take in his surroundings.
They're not by the lake....they're on the roof.*

crap