She went red but moved to one side of the bed. There was a futon in this particular spare bedroom, in case there happened to be more than one guest who didn’t share the same bed.

Arty looked over at the futon. “I could sleep on the couch if you’d like the bed.” She said softly, still red. She knew the Doctor didn’t sleep much, if at all.. but wanted her to be comfortable anyway..

She went a dark shade of red but nodded. “That’s ok with me.” She said shyly.

She went redder, but immediately fell asleep as she was exhausted.

It was a few hours before she woke up again. Everything was dark except for the glow of the emergency lights out in the Hub area. She looked up at the ceiling tiredly. It was annoying to have dreams of that planet. It made her think this right here was the dream.

She blushed yet again but forced herself to relax. This was the real one. She still hated how real the dream felt. “..Yeah- sorry.” She mumbled softly.

“..Thanks Doctor..” She finally relaxed a bit more, drifting asleep again after moving closer. Thankfully.. she was able to sleep the rest of the night..

Ianto was awake before anyone else, making breakfast and getting it all ready for everyone. He figured Christopher would be up soon..

Ianto smiled softly, “Merry Christmas Christopher.” He said gently.

Arty stirred a little, opening her eyes and relaxing. Oh.. she was back in Torchwood. Thank goodness. “Morning..” she said sleepily.

She blinked a few times, letting him tug her out of bed. “Did you get a lot of presents?” She asked softly, not wanting to wake the Doctor.