Unfortunately, despite wanting to meet Tom ever since he was name-dropped at the City Charms show, Dee hadn’t run into him. So, for Tom, this really was quite the mystery.

He was still decked out in his Prophet garb, though some of the warpaint had rubbed off. Someone had draped a blanket over him, but it had fallen on the floor at some point, revealing long, thin limbs. All of him was painfully thin, really. Almost fragile.

And he was definitely out cold, entirely sound asleep.