Faith hadn't slept well her first night at the Hyperion. For one
thing she'd slept alone and that never made for a peaceful night.
Oh, Robin had given her the big doe eyes and the look that said he'd
have been more than happy to rectify her current situation but she
didn't feel right about it. Not under Wes's roof.

Another reason for her restless slumber, the musty hotel bed
reminded her too much of her `Spartan' living conditions back in old
Sunnydale. The room her fake Watcher had descended on and exploited
all her insecurities. Watchers were the root of Faith's problem.
The first one whose death had marked her. The second whose betrayal
had changed her. And the third whose inexperience, indifference,
and eventual contempt had pushed her to the darkest depths of the
person she'd become. The one she'd tortured, the one she'd nearly
killed, the one...who in the long run....had saved her by finding it
in his heart to trust her again.

Now here she was, with a crappy bedroom, a head full of insomnia, a
bunch of mewling girls wanting her to be their guide dog, and her ex-
Watcher somewhere down the hall. It wasn't supposed to work out
like this. Angel was supposed to be here. The Vamp with a soul and
a plan, the one who could tell her what to do without her hating
him. And he'd run off to join Evil Inc. Just like a man, to bail
just when you needed him. Who was she supposed to turn to for
guidance now? Buffy? Giles? Wesley? All options led to laughter and
a conflicted knot at the base of her stomach. No, she wouldn't be
turning to any of the Scooby minions for assistance. And she sure
as hell wouldn't be turning to Wesley.

She'd figure herself out, one way or another. She just had to
figure out a way to get some sleep. She groaned realizing the first
rays of the sun were creeping through her window's faded curtains.
Soon enough one of the munchkins would be pounding on her door,
looking to her to know the way. She wouldn't be able to help them
unless she'd gotten at least 15 minutes of sleep. She stretched and
yawned, flopped over one way on the bed. Sighed, yawned, stretched,
and flopped back over the other way.

Faith frowned and grumbled, sleep was a lost cause. She slid her
feet onto the floor and decided she might as well get moving. Maybe
if she hurried she could find some kind of demon to slay before
lunch time.