The very atmosphere of her dream had lulled Dale into a semi-napping state of his own. Thinking the laptop charger cord was his blanket however, he had wrenched it tightly in his grip, and evident by the interruption in service to Ami from the cord, it seemed he had taken to gnawing on it in dreaming. He moved fitfully in his sleep, enjoying the warm den where Ami worked, the scent of tea and his own musty smell keeping him contented there. Dale hugged the cord tightly to his chest and turned over in his rest.