Celia glanced curiously at her door as a knock sounded up the stairs. She was about to stand to go see who I was when she heard Misty's voice. She relaxed, figuring she wasn't needed. A yawn startled her suddenly. It had been a long drive out here. The tiny girl stood and crossed to her bed, laying her sketchpad on the nightstand and plopping down onto her bed. She curled up on her side in a tiny ball. She laid there for a second before her eyes started drifting closed and she was asleep.