Roman Torchwick stood triumphantly atop the fallen Nevermore. Before him lay the body of his fallen rival, Ruby Rose. "So Red," he cackled, waving his cane in the air triumphantly. "Your number is up. I have finally got you cornered. You think you can escape? Well you can't!" The figure before him stirred and rose, trembling, to meet his stare.
"Y-you killed a giant Nevermore with just a cigar?" she stuttered as she patted her belt for her weapon, realizing too late that it was beneath the Grimm. Roman coldly raised his cane so that Ruby was looking down the barrel of it. He opened his mouth to say something snappy like 'You won't need that scythe where you're going' or 'End of the line, Red' (a tired old phrase but still rather effective. Then he looked past his cowering opponent.
"What the…" he started to say as a dark spec, which he had put down to be some sort of shrapnel carried about in the storm, started rocketing towards him. Losing his balance, he tripped over the back of the Nevermore and found himself facing the sky and totally winded. The black spec adjusted its course and headed straight for him. In that funny way that you see things when they are on a collision course with your face, he found himself observing that the spec was in actual fact a corgi dog wearing a pair of black galoshes. Then time sped up again and the dog hit him square in the face.

Roman Torchwick sat up bolt upright in bed, the dreadful scene that had played out before him gone. There were no boot-wearing corgis. No giant Nevermore. No cowering rival. Well, he thought, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, you had to dream. As he prepared to go back to sleep, he realized that he could still feel the weight of the corgi dog's boots in the side of his face. He patted the side of his face and found a foot. A foot that was connected to a leg. A leg that was connected to his sleeping partner, Neo. Roman gently tried to remove her foot from his face, but those attempts were met with a grunt from Neo and then her other foot hit him in the nose. Roman groaned and flopped back suddenly, in an attempt to evade the feet but rather than flopping to the side, as he had hoped, the smashed down on his face again. He rolled over to his right. Behind him, Neo stirred in her sleep and he felt the feet dig into the small of his back. He groaned again and patted the surface on his side of the bed for his scroll. His hand found it but, in the process of doing so, he managed to push it off. There was a small crash as it hit the floor. Roman imagined that he could hear the sound of breaking glass. He fumbled again and pulled the switch for the bedside lamp. This flashed on immediately, temporarily blinding him. With his arm over his eyes, he felt about on the floor for the possible remains of his scroll. Simultaneously, Neo was expressing her distaste for this sudden light by kicking him repeatedly in the back. As his fingers brushed the edge of the device Neo gave a final kick and, with a stifled yelp, Roman went crashing out of the bed to join his scroll on the floor. As he sat up again, rubbing his head, he found that Neo had spread out across to his side of the bed as well and any chance of gleaning sleep at all was futile. He groaned again and fumbled with his scroll. It slipped straight out of his fingers and hit the floor again. This time Roman definatly heard something shatter. He cursed under his breath.
"This is just one of those days, isn't it."