Rudolph settled down for the night between two monstrous pillows. Alisen lay on the other side of one of them, singing a song of good dreams and nighttime. Rudolph listened in the pale light to her soft voice, feeling himself drift into sleep.
"Rudolph?" Alisen called out, pausing in her song.
"Hmm....?" Rudolph was groggy, his mouth dry.
"We need to get out of here." She pushed the pillow away, so she could see his sleepy face. Rudolph pushed back his hair and rested his head on his elbows.
"And I have a plan. Listen..."