The noise of the blaring alarm wakes Thessie out of her 36 hour slumber. She awakes with a start, sitting straight up and out of bed, as if someone waking from the dead. She turns her head and to survey the cabin. The bags under her eyes are inexplicably dark and droopy.

"Wow, what year is it?"

She rubs her eyes with her balled up fists and clambers out of bed. She dresses quickly in a purple and pink skort outfit with a lacey pink and lavender tank top.

She walks over to the tommy guns and fedoras, not noticing at first that they now match her clothing. After a few moments trying to remember which one she picked out yesterday she realizes that there is a pink fedora and a purple tommy gun that would perfectly match her outfit. She understands that some people place importance on these things so she makes sure to choose them.

She goes over and puts on her knee high white leather boots, and romps out of the cabin, swinging her tommy gun much like someone would swing a machete.