It was late and Syd should be sleeping, but too much weighed on her mind. There was also the task of booting Zoey back to bed when she came out to see if Santa had come yet.
The residents seemed to have retired for the night. The godlings to their bunglows and Sydney had offered up her room to the Asgardians. She'd curl up with Zoey if she ever got tired enough to sleep. Though it was more like if she could get her mind to stop enough to sleep.
Syd was stretched out on a couch in the rec room and seeking wisdom in a bottle of wine. So far none had come yet.
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