Morgan wasn't surprised to find herself waking up back in the same room again, but she was annoyed. It felt like she'd been smashing up pipes in the bathroom just a minute ago (actually, she was pretty sure she'd been mid-kick last thing she remembered), which meant that somehow someone had once again managed to get the drop on her without her noticing a thing--not to mention drag her back here and tuck her into bed. It was insulting! And kind of creepy, too. The worst part was that she couldn't even figure out how someone could knock out both her and Elaine, both trained fighters. It had to be some kind of voodoo or...well, she wasn't sure what, but Morgan was definitely going to find out.

Her next thought was for her prizes, as pathetic as they were--the closet rod and the metal. Morgan started upright and groped instinctively around for them. She got lucky: her hand hit one of the pipes right away, nestled in the bed next to her. "How nice of them," she commented sarcastically as she wedged the rod under the mattress and went to stash the few pipes she'd managed to collect in the closet. "I'll just put these in here for safekeeping." She'd have to come up with a better hiding place, but hopefully S.P. or her goons wouldn't bother searching the room today, if they even cared. The metal wasn't a bad start, but Morgan was glad she had an extra night to come up with some more. If this was going to be her big chance at getting a sword, she was gonna make darn sure she had everything she needed.

That done, Morgan opened the door and strode a few paces ahead of S.P. (uuuggff!) to the cafeteria, where she put together a well-balanced breakfast (pirate hunters had to watch their nutrition) and found a seat alone. She didn't see anyone else she knew yet. Chewing her first forkful of fruit, Morgan wondered idly if Guybrush had made any progress with his kleptomania-and-chatting plan last night.

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