As it turned out, the KESS dorm was not unoccupied. In typical fashion, Sepia had gotten up at the crack of dawn to take a run, done so for about 45 minutes, come back to the dorm intending to [i]stay[/i] up for once, and promptly fallen asleep face down on her bed. Still in her running clothes and only under her Nevermore-printed throw, her face was inches away from a rather wicked-looking sewing needle. 

She'd fallen asleep stitching. This was not unusual, as the number of earings she could wear at once was a testament to how often she had rolled over onto "Ms. Stabby". 

Blissfully aware of the situation, Sepia curled up tighter. The needle grazed her nose. She sneezed.