Sarah lay where she had fallen asleep. It was an awkward position, she had been sitting on the rear of he sofa, watching the others play games and then slid down backwards into the seat to look up at the faces of those she was talking to. She liked seeing people's faces while talking with them, something that modern conveniences like video game consoles and cellular phones was growing more difficult.

She was still, unmoving. Her head hung upside down over the edge of the seat, golden tresses spilling upon the carpeted floor, one of her lower legs propped up, rising over the headrest. She looked different, her features more angular, her eyelashes longer, chin more tapered, even her height had seemingly been reduced. The prosthetic ears, simple putty points now were unbroken pieces of perfectly shaped flesh. Her eyes were closed, the kohl painted eyelids were dusted with silver. Her bikini had seemingly grown, was now a suede bustier and somehow during the night one breast had accidentally slipped free of it's cup. Her translucent silken sleeves and pants, formerly a cheap polyester were now true silk. Gold and silver coloured plastic jewelry now gleamed legitimately. Most disturbingly of all, the grey body paint had seemingly been sucked into her skin and the crimson rune covered dagger lodged in her head no longer looked plastic. It sat in her forehead still, eerily bereft of blood as if the dagger itself had drunk it all down. The crossguard was now elaborately carved, a pair of skeletal arms reaching towards the blade's tip, a skull sitting at the center of the guard looking as if it eagerly awaited blood flowing down the fuller towards it's fanged maw.

She did not awaken.