At 11:47 PM, the operation commenced.
Noah, wearing borrowed Costa sweatpants and socks (courtesy of Marco), crept down the hallway like a ninja who did not want to die.
Eleni opened her door just a crack and pulled him inside, shutting it silently.
They both stood still for a second, listening for footsteps, voices, suspicious twin surveillance.
Silence.
Eleni exhaled. "We're good."
She pulled back the blankets, revealing her very fluffy, very cozy bed. One side had a pile of stuffed animals. The other side had a charger, a candle that smelled like vanilla sugar, and a singular threatening post-it note that read:
"This bed is monitored by divine energy. Behave.
-Lorenzo."