Rose hugged the penguin in the nook of her arm. She squeezed him tightly as she tried to force herself to be more awake. She felt ill though, and she wasn't thinking clearly. She hated this. She couldn't remember ever feeling so sick. "A week ago?" Rose replied as she blinked at Rosie. "Easter?" It wasn't that Rose was planning on going home to Cambridge, England or anything, but how long had she been out? Rose's fingers twitched slightly as she reached weakly for her mate's hand. "What's wrong? You're not okay. Tell me."