Florence awoke the next morning, her eyes fluttering open as the sun peeked over the rooftop and made a yellow screen on her face. She wished she could sleep more, put her hand over her eyes and turn over and return to her wonderful slumber - but knew it was out of the question. She now had another person to consider and they had made plans that needed to be executed. 

Groggily sitting up and wiping her eyes, she fetched the rest of her canned beef and began eating as she stood to her feet and took a few steps over to Michael who was still sound asleep. Gently, she nudged him with the toe of her boot, hoping he was a light sleeper. "Time to wake up. If we want to catch up with those survivors, we better get a move on."