When Oswald wakes up the following morning, he opens his eyes to find his bed wrapping itself around him, closing like a mouth.

Fang-like teeth tear through the covers from the mattress below, and some obscene tongue slathers against the bedspread from below, yellow mucus seeping through the cloth.

Oswald screams.

The bed slumps back to a mundane state, the covers wet with mucus and pierced in a circle with ragged holes. Oswald is slick with musty slime.

Hearing Oswald's scream through the wall, Zoe darts out and flings open his door.

He has tumbled out of his bed onto the floor. Through some miracle he is not frozen to his new spot.

Zoe, holding her gun at the ready while carefully not pointing it at anyone, "What's going on? Oswald? Are you okay?"

She's confused about whether he's just had a .... very sweaty nightmare? Or something else.

"It was -- the bed -- I --" He looks at the bed. It has not transformed back into a monster. "No, just a second ago, it was--"

Deep breath. "It had a lot more teeth and tongue a minute ago."

She will immediately check whether anyone else is harmed and then - " - where's Mordred?"

Zoe starts inspecting their beds for signs of Mordred was eaten.

"Maybe we should get... another warding stone? Sleep in the same room?"

(In his defense he definitely told Lev where he was going.)

"We don't know how to charge it?"

"There were ones carved into Montgomery's house. Maybe we could break one off, like this one was from that rock in Ethiopia?"

well did lev sleep through all this nonsense too

Lev is kind of too panicked to make words here!

Understandable! Have a nice day!

"Could we break one off Montgomery's house without getting shot up by guards, though?"

"I don't know but it's better than being eaten by your bed! We have to sleep sometimes!"

Does it look like Mordred got et.

Mordred does not look like he got et.

Thank god but also what the fuck where is he

"He's with Inaaya," Lev eventually manages to say.

"What."

"He's been going out with her since we got to Malta."

"You mean, the psychic cultist."

"What, without clearing it with anyone else? Why?"

"Oh! That's good! That's a legible and very possibly nonlethal kind of dangerous!"

"Why is he seeing her! Why didn't he tell any of us!"