Mary was napping on the sofa in Mephisto's home. Well, their home. She was dreaming of him, just a simple and sweet thing where they were cuddling on the same sofa that supported her weight in that moment. A sunbeam was warming her arms and stomach, and she rolled over a bit, smiling. Pulling a recently-finished blanket over her shoulders, she curled up into a tiny ball of contented slumber.