He slept over twenty-four hours, completely missing Friday except for the first few hours of the morning before he stumbled into his home. It was still early Saturday morning, the sun was only just rising, when he began to stir from his medicated sleep. Because her mind had been running over all of the possibilities of what happened to him when he was outside in the scariness of the world, she hadn't had much restful sleep. She was somewhat tempted to take a sleeping potion herself, but didn't follow through with the plan when she thought about how unwise it would be to leave Oliver unprotected. Whatever Antonin was involved in, it was bad. She couldn't be certain until he told her the details if they were in even more danger than before.