Eve sighed and set down the book she had just finished reading. Sven had gone out to the store and wouldn't be back for a little while.

She looked around to see if there was something she hadn't read yet, but nothing caught her eye as unfamiliar. She frowned. Maybe she could get Train to give her some money to go to the store and buy a book.

She ventured into the hallway to find Train. He wasn't in the living room, the kitchen, or on the roof. The only other place he could be was his room. Eve headed back down the hallway and opened Train's door.

Usually he looked like an idiot when he slept, but for some reason, he seemed a little more composed: his mouth wasn't open and drooling. She tiptoed over to him and blinked.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.


Eve blinked and looked away. But she couldn't help but look back. He looked so peaceful. She leaned forward, wanting to examine him sleep longer.

She was pulled in. Train wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in.

"If you wanted to watch me nap, Princess, all you had to do was ask," he teased.

Eve blushed, but to hide it, she growled. "TRAIN!"

"What? You're the one who came in here."

"I thought you were sleeping!"

"Cats don't sleep, Princess. They nap."

"Let me go," Eve ordered.

Train blinked and smiled his famous goofy grin. "No. I don't think I will. Too comfortable." He closed his eyes again and held Eve tighter.

No matter how hard she tried to break free, she couldn't. She was about to use her powers, but a thought crossed her mind: Do I really want him to let go?

She stopped struggling and pondered this. She did feel rather comfortable right there in his arms. But this was Train, for the love of Pete! Oh well…

Eve closed her eyes and nuzzled into Train's chest.

This isn't too bad, she thought. Napping.

"You came in here for something, Princess," Train mumbled.

"I can't remember all that well. It's not important." Eve muttered back. Train kissed the top of her head and she smiled.