Tod, somehow or another, had managed to stay fast asleep. Maybe it was a sign of the toll the last day or two had taken on the young fox. Jerked from one home to another, and then right off to the strangest yet. (Even if he had to admit, the humans being able to understand him was awful convienant.) The loss of Copper's friendship, the Widow, and now everything else he'd never known. A new body, new humans; he'd been starting to wonder if maybe Big Momma'd been right. Would any of this have happened in the first place if he'd just stayed home that night...?

It was only when a particularly loud scream echoed up from below that he shot up, still sensitive ears perked and eyes wide. "WHA-HUH?! What's -- " Showing every bit of his 'morning grace', Tod scrambled to get up only to crash to the floor in a panicked mess of pillows, sheets, and flailing furry limbs. (A guy could really get to hate mornings around here.)