Room 220, Sunday Night

A sad, bored little Zero pulled apart her two TV stands to get at the secret stash inside, ignoring the ski jumpers doing their thing on her TV screen. She was more interested in the snowboarders, anyway. She felt around in the cavity, but found...nothing.

She looked around her room, at the pile of laundry by the closet and the crisps bags and cookie wrappers littering the spare bed she used as a sofa.

"Squall. I have to get a life."