Sometime even further into the night, Gobo stirred and looked up. Dimly nearby he could make out a sleeping Perdita, and that it was dark outside, though he had no idea which day's night that actually was.

There were more pressing matters on his mind though, with his insides feeling like they were doing somersaults. He carefully, caarrrefully edged his way down to the floor by scaling the nightstand, rested there a moment, and then slumped off across the floor to another room, tail dragging behind him.