( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Right. This again. I don't remember going to bed with a woman last night, as I'm pretty sure I would if I did. I also seem to have a wedding ring on my finger. Again, unless I was really drunk last night, which is kind of hard for me to do because you know, demon over here, I'd remember getting married. So, it would appear that Freeman doesn't want me to be lonely for Valentine's Day, and decided to give me a new spouse. She's very pretty, and she seems really nice, but no offense to her or anything, not quite my type, there, Freeman. But I guess I appreciate the gesture.

I suppose there's something to be said for waking up in bed with a strange man that you've never met until this morning, with a wedding ring on your finger.

The intense pain when I tried to leave the apartment, however, was unexpected, though it seemed to go away once I returned.

I just hope this isn't permanent. I'm not really the marrying type.

[Bonnie's voice is groggy, and the faint sounds of a baby crying can be heard in the background.]

...Crying baby...why is there a crying baby?

[Some shuffling is heard, as Bonnie sits up. She notices that she is not alone in bed, and she lets out a small gasp.]

I'm in bed with another woman...and there's a crying baby. This has to be a weird, cracked out dream. Wake up, Bonnie.

[Bonnie can be heard slapping her face lightly, as to "wake herself up", and she lets out another gasp when she notices the wedding ring.]

Shit. Okay. Maybe not a dream, and just your standard Colligo crazy.

[More shuffling, as Bonnie is heard moving to the side to try and gently tries to shake Skylar awake.]

Um...hey. You might to wake up.

For the record, this sucks.

PUTTING MY MONEY IN A JOINT ACCOUNT IS NOT COOL, MORGAN FREEMAN!

Putting me with some guy I don't even know and some tiny human isn't cool, either! I don't know anything about taking care of tiny humans!

This isn't what I would call a great day. Woke up with some guy in my bed, LITERALLY in my bed and a wedding ring on my finger. Did I get so drunk last night that I just ended up marrying a random guy that I don't know? This....this is just too weird. I tried to take off the ring, but its stuck there, no amount of my magic could get it off.

No. No. This is the last bullshit thing that this place is putting me through.

I could tolerate all of the surprises and the changes, and even if I didn't fucking like them, I could cope, but tethering me to some pre-pubescent blonde who isn't my in some fucked up game of house is just going too damn far.

Um. [ awkward cough as there's the sound of sheets ruffling ] Miss-- Uh. Miss With The Incredibly Long Hair Whose Name I Have No Idea What Is. I...think you might have the wrong room.

Are you- Okay? I mean, I can't really talk when it comes to getting horribly lost sometimes, but well, stumbling into the wrong bed-- No. No, I suppose I can't really talk on that subject either.

[ a cough ] Is there someone you need to get back to?

Wow. Valentine's already? Time flies.

Right. My kids. Front and center. I want to know where you are. Alternatively, if you have one of my kids, letting me know would be good too.

Dean, baby, let's chat up our fake spouses and see if we can work out a meet-up on Friday night. <3

Everyone else? If you aren't sure what's going on, or what the "rules" usually are for this particular trick Asaph has up his sleeve, feel free to ask and I'll do what I can to explain.