Bentley lay face down on Micaiah's big, squishy couch for several hours without moving. She was awake, but for some reason, she was completely incapable of doing anything at all. Beside her, Sneakers the cat had curled up into a tight ball, snoozing quietly in the Catastrophe's company. For an eternity, there was no sound, no movement throughout the entire room. Everything was just still in the most tiring way possible.
In the darkest hours of the night, after the moon had disappeared behind the hills, Micaiah finally came in to check on her. Carrying a plate of dried figs, he maneuvered his way through the messy living room. He gently set the plate down on the cluttered coffee table, and took a long look at her. Sneakers opened her singular functioning eye and blinked up at him slowly, but there was no response from the one beside her. Bentley just remained, laying like the corpse she had once been without any sign of movement.