The third time the phone rang was when she finally stirring from her sleep. Her face was buried in a pillow, her legs were bent slightly with her rump a bit in the air. It was very reminiscent of Marty McFly when he was awakened at one am to meet with the Doc at Twin Pines Mall. Without opening her eyes, Llidya reached for her phone on the nightstand, a bit disoriented as she recognized the feel of her bed, but didn't understand why there were no sheets. As she grasped the device she remembered that the sheets needed to be washed because Zach had been goopy in them.

"What." It was more a demand than a question. She listened for a moment, then straightened, pushing herself up in a perfect re-enactment, still fully clothed and all. "No, no. Really? It's what time?" Even though Marge kept talking Llidya pulled the phone away to look at the time, which it didn't tell her because she was in the middle of a call. Oh wait, there it was in the top corner. Holy crap, she'd slept all day. Well that was to be expected after being awake for days. The phone went back to her ear. "What was that? Oh yeah. Yeah that's ok. Ok. Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow." Llidya hung up the phone, and looked at her other two missed calls, both from Marge. She sat up on the bed, and looked around in the perfect darkness. A whole day, gone, wasted. And no chance to talk to Ash. This called for a drunken night of brawling, without the drunken part. She pushed herself off the bed and made her way up to take a shower, only to put on the exact same outfit, jeans and a button up, except clean, and then out for the night.