It was the loud crash that made Anoki jerk awake with a gasp, her heart just about jumping out of her chest--because she'd been having one of those falling dreams, and the crash coincided perfectly with Dream Her's collision with the ground. Blinking in the dark, groggy and disoriented, she let out a deep sigh when she realized she wasn't squished, it was all a dream, and she was still in her plush bed. Reassured, she turned over onto her side and stretched out--and then froze when her arm flopped out onto her bed, resting against a still-warm patch of bed that was now...empty.
When it shouldn't have been empty.
That snapped her to wakefulness, and she sat up in bed and shoved the blankets back.
"Caelwyn?" He was nowhere to be seen--but she could hear commotion just beyond her window.
Her window, which was open.
He didn't. Oh, idiot man!
Anoki slid out of bed, threw on her boots and grabbed her knife as a precaution, and rushed to the window so she could poke her head out. And sure enough, there he was, staggering along, clutching his side, and...
Anoki squinted her eyes.
What was he...? Was he wearing a dress? Her dress? One of her favorite sheer red numbers, too!
Noooo! He was going to stretch it out!
"Caelwyn! Caelwyn, wait! You wait right there! Stay!"
And then she slammed her window shut, turned, and sprinted out her door, nearly colliding with Vanity and her client, and raced down the stairs and out the door, ignoring the men calling to her as she went. He couldn't get far, staggering as he was--or so she hoped! But she didn't want to take any chances, and soon she was darting into the alley her room's window overlooked. "What are you doing?"