We return to check in on our escaped dreamers. They're sleeping soundly in a tent, snuggled up in proper sleeping bags. Moss pushes aside the fabric that serves as the tent's door.

MOSS: "Rise n' shine sleepy-heads!"

52: "Wh-? Oh. Ohh!!"

52 startles awake, a little disoriented. 51 sits up groggily.

MOSS: "Sleep well?"