[Between the fresh air and exercise, Oswald is powerless to resist the pull of a restful catnap. Fortunately for Ed, he’s rousing just as Ed is padding down the hall. The bedroom has dimmed, hinting at the passage of time, and a glance at the clock confirms his quick nap was closer to five hours.]
...oh. [He rubs his eyes, dully astonished. Robe and hair askew, he carefully sits himself up, blinking dopily at Ed as he enters.] It seems I lost track of time.
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...oh. [He rubs his eyes, dully astonished. Robe and hair askew, he carefully sits himself up, blinking dopily at Ed as he enters.] It seems I lost track of time.