Penelope was torn from her peaceful slumber by a rude noise. It was someone banging at her door. She sat up in bed and rubbed her sleepy eyes with her fists. Blinking a few times, trying to wake up, she got up and switched on her light. Penelope was never a morning person - she hated waking up. It was the worst part of her day. Nothing would have made her happier than lying in bed, sleeping, all day.

She descended her stairs and walked over to her front door, pulling it open with slight hesitation. She looked at James and blinked a couple more times, then yawned, "C'mon in, I gotta get dressed."