In the very, very early morning hours, a decidedly non-demonic shuffling sound comes from behind Dahlia. Radar -- looking a little disheveled in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, holding his teddy bear by one arm -- pads over to where she's standing guard.

"Hey," he mumbles.

(Usually, if Radar's awake this early for no reason, it's because he got socked in the head by a bad dream.)