The hand, the snores, it all belonged to this unfamiliar girl in white nightgown. She was entrenched in her peaceful slumber still, dripping some drool on the pillow as her head faced Gran's side of the bed.

Gran kept his eyes on her sleeping face as he slowly, carefully, sneaked off of the hand back onto the bed. Was this person responsible for this? And even if she wasn't, what on earth were they doing in his bed?

And why Gran feel so... weird looking at her resting face?

The sleeping giant let out a muffled giggle. The goofy smile on her face must have been because of something nice happening in her dream, but its timing was perfect enough that it felt like teasing to Gran, as if her unconscious self was amused by his ignorance.

Gran decided to...