The next morning, Rosie unlocked the door to Vaggie's room, stepped inside, and switched on the light.
"Oh, Vaggie dear, it's time to…huh?" Rosie entered the room only to discover that Vaggie wasn't sleeping in her bed.
Upon closer inspection, Rosie noticed that Vaggie's blanket and pillows weren't on the bed either.
"Oh, my dear, little Vaggie, where could you be?" Rosie wondered aloud.
Rosie checked under the bed and inside the wardrobe.
Upon seeing that Vaggie was not in either of those places, Rosie opened the door to look inside the bathroom and found Vaggie curled up on the bathroom floor wrapped in her blanket and sleeping soundly.
Rosie breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped in the bathroom and flicked on the light switch. She watched Vaggie sleep for a few more moments before she cleared her throat.
Vaggie remained deeply asleep completely ignoring the bright light on the bathroom ceiling.
"Vaggie, dear," Rosie said gently. "It's time to wake up."
Vaggie began coming to, but after letting her eyes flit open, she responded by curling up tighter into a ball in her makeshift bed.
"Vaggie, sweetie, I know you can hear me," Rosie beckoned in a more commanding tone. "It's time to wake up. Come on. Don't dilly dally."
Vaggie moaned, but she sat up on her bed to look at her warden.
"Good morning, dear," Rosie said in her deceptively pleasant manner. "Why ever are you sleeping on the floor when you have a bed in the other room?"
Despite her grogginess, Vaggie glared back at Rosie and replied, "Because I want to be close to my only actual friend in this prison."
Rosie simply laughed and said, "But sweetie, sleeping on the floor is so unsanitary."
Vaggie rolled her eyes, yawned, and replied, "I don't give a fuck."
"Vaggie, you need to mind your manners if you and Angel don't want to get in trouble again," Rosie replied.
Realizing she was right, Vaggie reluctantly stood up to face Rosie.
"That's more like it," Rosie said merrily. "Now, hand me those items so that we can clean them. Then, I want you to clean yourself up for another day of etiquette while I tend to Angel."
"You had better not…" Vaggie spat back before Rosie interrupted.
"Oh, don't worry, dear," Rosie said. "I won't hurt him. Quite the opposite. I simply plan on tending to his wounds and moving him back to his bed. I promise. That is, as long as you do what I say."
Seeing as she had no other choice, Vaggie picked up her blankets and pillow off the floor and handed those items to Rosie before getting shut in the bathroom and starting to get ready for the day.
Vaggie knew that for the time being she had to be obedient, so that was what she would do until she found another opportunity to escape.
Vaggie spent the day being perfectly compliant no matter what Rosie asked her to do. She didn't talk back. She never got violent. She only spoke when she was spoken to. She used all her manners for every meal she dined with Rosie since Alastor was absent.
According to Rosie, Vaggie's behavior was impeccable. It remained impeccable until she was returned to her room to spend another night talking to Angel through the wall in their bathrooms where they once again fell asleep until the next morning.