It is a quiet Sunday morning. The sunlight pierces through the window, drawing bright lines across the floor while dust motes drift lazily in the light. Someone opens their bedroom door and steps out.

Mmmgh...

The person is Guest. You trudge out to the living room and look around. It seems no one else is awake yet. Rubbing your sleepy eyes, you enter the bathroom and splash cold water on your face. Finally, you feel awake. As you step out of the bathroom, you hear the sound of someone else coming out.