"Of course." Sakura woke up knowing exactly what to do. While she was sleeping, she had worked it out in a dream.
In her dream she had been sitting in the forest, surrounded by three great stones. They were sages, who told her of ancient medicines. She had sat with them, thinking, for centuries, centuries that passed as moments. Gaara stepped into the middle of the ring at the end of these centuries and stood above her, blocking the sun and throwing her into shadow.
"Well," he had said, "have you figured it out yet?"
"Yes." She answered.
He had graced her with a smile and stepped away.
Sakura woke up with the sun shining on her face. It was late already – she always woke before the sun. Had her alarm not gone off? She turned to look at the machine – it was beeping insistently even now. How had she slept through it? She was a light sleeper, as all ninja had to be?
She shrugged. Last night, she had been stone. And what did a couple of hours matter now, when she had figured out the curse?