[Morpheus snorts awake, curled up beneath his moonlight-spotted cloak.]
... As I was saying, there is a certain precedence for... erm... what?
[The audience of whelps he had been entertaining are gone. Probably long gone. That leaves Rose, who looks like she wants to bother him. He makes an effort to sit up. He is successful, but he yawns.]
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... As I was saying, there is a certain precedence for... erm... what?
[The audience of whelps he had been entertaining are gone. Probably long gone. That leaves Rose, who looks like she wants to bother him. He makes an effort to sit up. He is successful, but he yawns.]
Rose! Hello. What is it?