Erin: (at computer, typing) "Even though...the council has made amends...most feel that it needs to do much more...to regain the public's trust..." (pauses, yawns)
Scooter: (curled up on sofa, reading) Still working on the article?
Erin: Unfortunately, and I'm a few paragraphs short of having enough. (looks at computer) Oh, what the heck, I'll finish it tomorrow.
Storyteller: That's the spirit. You're looking a little worn and weary tonight, Erin.
Erin: Kathy's not alone - I hardly slept during the night.
Beige: Wait, wait, didn't you drink that herb tea that you always drink at night?
Erin: Nope, for some reason I skipped it last night.
Storyteller: And you, Nora, look like you're ready to do a nosedive into your book.
Nora: (yawn) Long day at the shop. Had to sort through...through...five b...b...boxes of...(promptly does a nosedive into her book, as predicted)
Beige: Good grief, what's going on here? Everyone's asleep on their feet.
Scooter: What about those of us off their feet? (cough, sniffle)
(up in heaven)
Jim: It's as if someone cast some kind of sleeping spell on the dorms. What do you think, Richard...Richard?
(there is snoring coming from Richard's cloud)