Winter opens her eyes after a bit. “I wish someone would knock me out,” she sighs. She gets up and knocks on Jacob’s door. “You got a piano somewhere here?”

Ivy gets up and goes to her desk. “That reminds me, I have something for you.” She pulls out a metal sculpture of a crocodile seeming to be made of vines, ivy to be specific. It’s a picture holder holding a picture of them fighting in the ring.