Everyone stumbled into the break room the next morning, a bit tired, but mostly rested.
Laurel walked in with Rebecca, who looked like she was on an overdose of caffeine.
"Hi! I got seven hours of sleep last night, which is twice as much as I usually get, so I'm a little disoriented! How are you!?" Rebecca ran around the room, not talking to anyone particular.
"Rebecca! She's been like this all morning," Laurel sighed.
"You were the one who made me sleep that long!" Rebecca said.
"So... all this time... the entire time we've been watching these videos... she's been tired."
"BEEYOOND tired," Rebecca said as she ran around.
"Dear god, what happened to Rebecca?" Ollie said as he, Moira, and Alura came in the room.
"I slept 7 hours," Rebecca said.
"Oh god," Ollie sighed. "Why Laurel?"
"She was exhausted!"
"But SEVEN hours! Are you trying to kill us?"
"She needed it, she's my kid, fuck off Oliver."
"No need to be rude."
"Becca, control room," Laurel said, looking around, "And she's gone. Shit."
Everyone was back in their seats, even Rebecca, who had been found running through the halls like a maniac. She was still fidgeting and climbing all over the couch while Malcolm tried to calm her down to no avail.
"Lets watch," Laurel said over Rebecca, before shushing her.
AN: I thought about doing a seperate book, like WritersBlock did, but then I remembered... I'm a lazy bitch, and it's only 15 chapters. I'm not padding the chapter count. ShUsH