On one hand, Peridot has been doing so much sleeping lately that it's becoming sort of ridiculous. On the other hand? It's generally a nice and relaxing activity, and she deserves a break. Besides, from her understanding of things, one of the main purposes of camping is to enjoy sleeping outdoors and being under the stars or whatever, and she's not about to deprive herself of such a vital camp experience.

Unfortunately, her dreams aren't quite as sweet and benign as her waking surroundings would hopefully encourage. She hasn't been infected with the mushi yet, and some of her lingering stress is still hounding her even as she rests. Case and point: She's back at the Beta Kindergarten, a canyon that's all red sandstone with with peculiar, vaguely human shaped holes pockmarking it's smooth, curved walls. It's broad daylight, but curiously enough, there's no heat from the sun, even though it seems to be beating down hard from above. Spindly alien looking machines cling precariously to the walls, casting shadows on the canyon floor below.

Peridot isn't out in the canyon, though. She's lurking in one particular hole which eclipses all the others here in size. She runs her hands up and down the walls, feverishly inspecting each millimeter of it while muttering under her breath, brow furrowed with concentration.