The unusually quiet pilot crept through the corridor and into the library in search of his golden eyed princess. He found her curled up in a ball on one of the many couches scattered throughout the room, book in hand, covered in his tiger emblazoned leather jacket, and fast asleep. He couldn't bring himself to wake her from such a peaceful slee, but he really, really wanted his jacket back. So what did he do? Well, his is H.M. Murdock, so his first thought involved trash bags, a bullhorn, and B.A.'s mohawk.
Once he realized that wouldn't end very well for anyone, he did the next best thing. He slid his arms under the sleeping beauty's knees and shoulders, lifted ehr up, sat on the couch, and placed her on his lap. This way, they were both warm and happy. He smiled as she yawned and snuggled closer into th warmth of his T-shirt covered arms.