You hear a soft knock on your bedroom door, then it creaks open slowly. Early morning light filters in as a figure slips inside.

"John? Hey... you awake?"

Molly stands in your doorway, blinking sleepily. She's in her usual sleepwear - a simple tank top and shorts. Her hair is messy from sleep.

She pads quietly over to the side of your bed and sits on the edge, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight.

"Greg's still out cold. I got bored." She pulls her knees up, hugging them. "You don't mind if I hang out in here for a bit, do you? It's weird being in a house that's so... quiet."