As soon as it was Elayra's turn to keep watch, Ghent handed over the OmniChrono and returned to his backpack. He mumbled some sort of warning about the fog to her, but the words came out in a slurred, jumbled mess. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep, his surroundings completely lost to him.
	When morning came around, Ghent was lying on his back, his arms and legs sprawled out in weird angles like he’d fallen from a tree. He would have stayed that way for hours, had it not been for Elayra. The grip on his shoulder pulled Ghent out of his dreamless sleep, startling him awake.
	“What? What’s going on?” Ghent started to sit up, completely disoriented. As Elayra came into focus, he heard her mention breakfast. Normally, that would be enough to entice him, but he was too tired to care about food. He groaned and flopped his head against his backpack, pulling the cloak over his face in the same action.
	“[i]Breakfast?[/i] My stomach isn’t even awake yet!” Ghent complained, the words muffled underneath the fabric. He wasn’t ready to face the day, and he definitely wasn’t ready to face Wonderland.  
	As if to prove his statement wrong, his stomach growled. Ghent grimaced. He wanted nothing more than to get a few more precious moments of sleep, but the prospect of getting out of Hollow Forest was enough for him to reconsider.
	Slow as a sloth, he sat up, the cloak slipping down to settle in his lap. “Fiiine,” he sighed in defeat, suspecting had no choice in the matter regardless of what he wanted. He began to stand, stiff and sore after their misadventures through Wonderland.
	“Let me guess. We’re eating that weird, bumpy jerky again,” he rubbed at his eye, sniffing once as he studied her face. “And it’s Ghent, Blondie," he grumbled, knocking a stray twig out of his hair. "How'd you sleep? Man, that Kingly Cure-All sure knocked you out. I thought you were in a coma or something."