My muse comes to yours in the middle of the night, very upset and requesting company. How does your muse respond?
April sighed. She never really slept but Joey had insisted she take a room at his inn for the night so here she was, not sleeping, staring out the window listening to the rain patter against the roof.
April, for obvious reasons, enjoyed the rain. It was very calming. She was thinking that maybe she could drift off and maybe catch a few minutes of sleep when the door to her room creaked open.
She sat up, instantly alert, but relaxed when she saw that it was just Joey.
"Joey? What are you doing? It’s after midnight?"

















