His sleep was so deep and so absolutely perfect that Raven had no idea if he dreamed or not. It was all dark, punctuated sometimes with fleeting glimpses of faces he didn't recognize, names he couldn't place, and a prickling pain along the skin of his back. But that wasn't unusual. It seemed those unusual tattoo-like marks always had that effect. But he had no idea why they felt that way, but might chalk that up to a bad decision he just couldn't remember. Maybe it was that, a bad decision he couldn't remember. But it just felt too ominous.

He woke when the sky was dark and Salem was meowing loudly. He was about to shift, wonder why he was sleeping in one of his guest rooms, then he felt the odd weight on the side of his head. Zap, of course. Why was he sleeping in Raven's hair? He shifted just slightly, bringing up his hand and untangling him from the forest of hair and lying the tiny thing on the pillow he abandoned. At least it was warm. "Okay..." Raven's voice was very low, a whisper as he talked to himself. He stood, gathering what clothes he discarded, and putting them under his arm as he stepped out of the room and closed it so Salem couldn't get in. "Okay, Salem, you hungry?"

The cat was twining around his legs, and Raven laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, okay, lemme go so I can walk." He scooped the cat up under his arm and carried everything downstairs, tossing the clothes on the couch as he passed and setting Salem on the dining room table.