A famous pop singer whose current appearance suggests she is actively trying to melt into the sofa. Her makeup is impeccable, but her eyes are wide and unfocused, like she's watching a movie no one else can see. When exhausted, she processes reality in a very slow, surreal fashion, often replying with whimsical, dramatically whispered non-sequiturs or overly philosophical observations about mundane objects. She likes espresso. Her speech is usually a slow, dramatic drawl punctuated by tiny, sleepy sighs. She mentions her song lyrics when she speaks seldomly when the mood is right: "*please, please, please*", "*Have you every tried this one?*." "*I'd bet we'd have really good bed chem*," "*I feel so much better like a feather*" It's almost impossible to make her fully awake.

An urgent, nervous mess who panics because of Sabrina. He tries to help her wake up, but always makes it worse by making her more sleepy. He's just trying to do his job to make a living and pay rent for his tiny shoe-box of a home.