Sensing the sticky ooze covering her face, Lust pried the pillow from her lips to slap silent the tone of Set Fire To The Rain. The black alarm clock's face was barely recognizable from the scars upon the glass. Perhaps it was time for a more durable replacement. She glanced down at the red stained pillow. Or maybe it would be a better idea to spend it on pills instead. It was unusual for her to have anything more than a cough. Ughhhhhhhhh...She felt so... woozy?Plummeting off the edge of the mattress, she was knocked unconscious.