And so, the pair of them would sleep. It was rather early still, nightfall yet to be upon them... but Ozzy was apparently exhausted. The amount of relief he felt was ridiculous, so he was out like a light atop Nikki's bed, his grasp on her person unwavering through the night. It wasn't until about four in the morning when he woke. It was a bit early, but he felt the rumble of his stomach right away. Ah, that was the statement he left unfinished, though he didn't remember failing to complete it. All he could think now after waking up, was that Nikoleta was still in his grasp. Oh... that had all been real, not just part of his dream? He'd have let out quite the excited utterance if not for fear of waking the lass. 'Blimey, I thought I'd gone mental,' he thought.

Something had to be done about this hunger situation. At four in the morning, room service was hardly an option; he had to go out. Carefully, he slid himself out of bed, mindful to place Nikki atop the pillow as gently as humanly possible. Ozzy would locate the clothes he'd left at the front door, and slip his way out. There were so many things he wanted to do, but this breakfast situation would be holding him up. How many places were even open? Either way, he'd have to find somewhere before heading back to his own suite to collect a few things... like clothes, and some other items he intended to share with Nikki. Sadly, he couldn't realize that he seemed to be sneaking out after a one-night stand, since he hadn't actually finished saying what he planned on doing in the morning. Worse yet, finding food would take much longer than he anticipated. . .