[Carlas]

Chica Goodbody opened her eyes, and was surprised to realize that she had fallen asleep at the table. Her mug, which she had finished, was gone, probably the innkeeper had taken it away to be washed. Chica sat up and looked about the inn. Nothing much seemed to have changed, but now light was spilling in through the windows of the inn, it was late afternoon! How could she have slept for so long, and at a table, and why had noone woken her up? She felt a fool to have gone to sleep at a table, she must have looked drunk. She hoped not too many people had noticed her...

Chica sat back in her chair, and tried to relax as she pushed her hair out of her face. She needed to think about everything that had happened this week. She had gone to visit her cousin, Murtle Burrows a week ago, and had spoken with many hobbits she hadn't seen for years. She had had a splendid time, but just two days ago her cousin hadn't shown up for dinner, and she had stayed up all night waiting for her. She had not arrived by morning, and Chica went on a frantic search, but she was due to be home that day, and her friends told her that she should go home, but they would keep looking.

She was deeply worried for her cousin Murtle, but she was smart, and knew how to take care of herself. She had been known to run off once in awhile, but while Chica was visiting...?

Chica sighed. She shouldn't worry, so instead decided to get a quick meal, and get home as soon as possible, she needed to tell her family of Murtle's disapearance, and if there was any news, it would be sent there. She pulled herself out of her chair, her body stiff and sore, and went to find the innkeeper.