Halley is jolted awake from her snooze on the couch as she is tackled by Raziel, a solid crunching sound emmitting from her now-crushed bones.

"Raz... please... get off mee..."

"Oh, sorry, Halley" Raz chuckles, looking quite proud of himself. Then his face falls a little. "It's just so... I dunno, boring around here now."

Halley sits up, patting his side. "Aww come on, at least we have someplace."

"Yeah... but we're not DOING anything. And cause of that... we're now kind of broke. Treia won't quit all of the Starbucks she's been drinking, so whatever savings we DID have all went down the drain with her caffeine addiction..."

Face in hands, Halley struggles to sit up on the couch. "What can I say, Raz? I left a few kinks in her when I made her. I thought it would help her be a little, you know, original."

Raz shakes his head. "Well, original is well enough. But she's drinking us out of house and home!!" He glances dubiously over at Treia, who's now snoozing in the corner surrounded by empty Starbucks cups.

"I'm sorry, Raz," Halley shrugs. "But don't worry about losing our home... we're kind of living in here right now, remember?"

"Yeahhhhhhh. I know. I kinda miss our condominium in New York, though."

"We can't live in New York anymore, Raz. Remember? None of the landlords allow large animals."

"Right."

Halley gets up and stretches, yawning. "Well, you never know. Maybe we'll get some action around here soon. Maybe we can finally get into some plot or something! I know you've been feeling unloved, but I really am trying!"

"Yeah, I know. I still love you!" Raziel nuzzles Halley, almost knocking her over again. After a few minutes, Halley wanders off in search of cream soda, leaving Raziel alone in the lounge with the sleeping Treia.