The first thing that they wanted to do was go to bed. Luckily, the beach house had two bedrooms. Liz claimed the room that had the smaller bed but more closet space. Honestly, she thought that Red had more clothes than she did but knew how to fold and space things more efficiently.

Red retreated to his room while Liz climbed into bed. She turned the light off and got comfortable under the blankets. After a moment, she shifted a little. There was a spot on the mattress that didn't feel just right. Another shift earned her a poke in the ribs from a spring.

"Ouch," she yelped. Maybe, she could sleep around that. She moved again only to be assaulted by another spring. She groaned in annoyance as she tried one more time. Again, a spring attacked her side.

"What the hell is wrong with this bed?" She grumbled as she stood up. There was no way that she was going to be able to make it on this thing.

Liz walked out of her room and followed the sound of Red's snoring. She found his room in a moment where she saw him sprawled out on his back with the covers thrown over him haphazardly. She walked over to him and shook his shoulder.

"Wha?" He asked, still half asleep.

"The springs are coming through on my bed. Can I sleep here with you?" She questioned. Red stared at her for a moment, having to let the words sink in.

"Sure, sweetheart," he answered. Liz sighed her thanks before reaching to pull the covers back. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Red grabbed her hand.

"What?" She asked as she looked over at him.

"Uh, you might want to go back to the hallway for a minute," Red responded looking sheepish. Liz furrowed her brow before it clicked.

"You're naked, aren't you?" She asked and he nodded. After he let go, Liz walked out and let him pull on a pair of boxers.

She walked back in before crawling under the blankets. The bed was smaller than the one at their last safe house but was extremely cozy. It didn't take long for them to fall asleep.

...

"Lizzie, stop tickling my foot," Red groaned and jerked his foot away. Liz woke up and looked over at him.

"What?" She asked as he jerked his foot again.

"Stop tickling me," he repeated and got a strange look from her.

"I'm not touching you," she responded. Red paused before the two of them started to feel things crawling on them. They both jumped up and started swatted whatever was on them. The light that Red turned on showed that they had been sleeping on an ant bed(pun intended).

"That's just gross," Liz said after knocking the last of the insects off of herself. "Where do we sleep now?"

"We could try to share the sofa. It'll be a tight fit."

"Well, I need sleep. So, let's go," Liz stated, leading the way to the living room. After nearly ten minutes of trying to work it out, Red finally laid down and had Liz lay against his side and chest. Well, more like ON his chest. It was uncomfortable, but the two ended up falling asleep anyway.

...

Red woke up with a groan. This was so much more uncomfortable than it was last night. Liz woke up from him groaning in her ear. Soon after, she repeated the noise.

"I'm getting coffee," she muttered before climbing off of him.

"Can you pour me a cup too?" Red asked.

"Sure," she responded. He'd spent the night as her mattress. The least she could was get him a cup of coffee. Liz walked over to the kitchen area while Red struggled to get himself up. After he was on his feet, he looked back down at the sofa.

He stared at it for a long time. Something seemed strange. After another moment, he reached down behind the cushions and pulled up.

"SON OF BITCH!" Liz heard him yell.

"What?"

"THE DAMNED THING IS A PULL OUT!"