Liz would not object to cartoons! If she didn't have this headache. And this continued exhaustion that's making it so hard to think.

Maybe she slept on the pillow wrong.

Or maybe she's caught a cold, she thinks when her nose starts running.

There don't seem to be tissues in the guest room. With a groan, and after several tries, she levers herself upward; her headache almost immediately ratchets up to the next level.

Slowly, shuffling, leaning on the wall more than she'd like, Liz makes her way out of the guest room and toward the bathroom.