It was unusual for Troy and Britta to be up this early. Annie hadn't seen either of them up earlier than 10, when her roommate's girlfriend spent the night, ever since Abed had told them he knew they were having sex and they'd been able to dispense with their morning gymnastics routine. So to see that Troy's bedroom light was shining from under the door, at the ungodly hour of 6:00 AM?

It was unthinkable. Annie had to get up this early for her forensics lab and even she thought she was crazy for doing it.

So, half out of curiosity, half out of a desire to be a good roommate, she walked up to the door, intent on knocking and asking if either of them wanted an omelette.

Her fist froze inches from the door as she heard Troy cry "Noo!" But it wasn't in his usual voice. Annie recognized the fake British accent. She frowned.

It was a weird enough curiosity that she was able to smush the little voice in her head telling her it was rude to eavesdrop. Were they playing Inspector Spacetime? That sounded adorable.

"Oh yes, Constable." Annie winced. The fact that she recognized Britta's impulse to go heavy on the cockney only made her feel more embarrassed for her.

"Minerva, you don't understand! Thoraxis negatized your positrons! You've got to fight it, or he's going to get away with the Insectoid Maharajah's Time Crystals!"

Annie frowned. That sounded… weird. She felt a rush of cold go up her spine.

"Oi! I'm the Inspector here, Reggie." There was a sudden buzzing sound and Annie's eyes went wide. "I'm the one with the Quantum Spanner. So what I say goes."

There was a squeaking of bed springs.

"OH NO, INSPECTOR! DON'T PUT THAT SPANNER IN MY PLOP PLOP!"

Annie stepped away very, very quickly.

#

"There you are!" Troy said, looking up as she came out of the bathroom about a half hour later. He and Britta were sitting at the kitchen counter, and the blonde smiled at her as she dabbed a teabag in and out of the saucer in front of her.

"Morning Annie!" the blonde said, hiding a yawn. "It's so early! I don't know how you manage this everyday. Me and Troy are heading into Denver to catch a play an old highschool friend of mine is in, otherwise I don't think I could have pulled myself out of bed. How was your shower?"

"You were in their a while." Troy said, grinning. "I hope you didn't bust the hot water heater, you know the landlord's a dick about fixing stuff."

Annie hadn't used much hot water at all. The shower had been long, but it had been cold. With lot's of scrubbing. And hateful thoughts about how her stupid mother had been right about eavesdropping.

"Oh, well, I'm sure it's fine," she said, revealing none of that to either of them. "You can probably fix it, right? And if you're missing any tools I'm sure Britta can help you out."

They looked at each other, confused, as she turned and walked into her room.