Maya's point of view:
There was something different about this morning, how was I going to put it? I felt light, energized, and ready to start the day or so I thought until I awoke fully.
"Gah! " I moaned out of pain, a throbbing headache assaulted my head. I hadn't drunk much last night ...oh, the emotional torture I put myself through - the headache must be from crying too much.
I dragged myself out of bed and swaggered to the bathroom. I didn't feel hungover since that appletini wasn't my magic, give me something harder and you'd find me knocked out dead.
I screamed when my eyes met the mirror, not because I looked like a baboon because my bushy hair did justice to that look - I was just missing the huge anus - but because of my busted lips.
What happened to my lips? Did I bump into something last night? Talking about last night, the only thing I recalled was crying on Niklaus' shoulder.
