There's a dark-haired girl surrounded by paper and rather covered in smudges of charcoal and pastels sitting at one of the tables near the fire. April has missed the feeling of paper and drawing and... well, being solid.

She's run out of tea, though, and that is a sad thing. When she hops up to grab a new one, she passes by the couch and spots a damp Will.

"Hey, I know you!" Said with a grin as she rests her arms on the back of the couch.