Caretaker hadn't intended to come back to the Troven's tent to sleep, but his core universe was on the other side of the multiverse, and he'd deliberately picked this one for the Troven's precisely because it was a low profile, non interest world. There was no magic, low population, and most importantly, no Sues. As long as Alec and his family kept their heads down, the Caretakers would most likely ignore this world in favor of the Clockworks universe, only a few strands away.

So he'd used his jacket as a pillow and laid down behind the sofa, intending to sleep only long enough to make it back home.

Unfortnutly, a week without sleep, far too much stimulant, and the fact that he was moderately safe all conspired and put him out for nearly a day. When he awoke, he discovered that he'd been covered by a blanket, there was a painted handprint on his cheek, and he'd reverted to his core universe form. He hoped that had happened after the blanket and handprint, or it could raise questions he really didn't want to answer.

He could also hear the Trovens arguing at the top of their lungs.

He shifted back to his Caretaker form and laid there for a bit, thinking about the end of the meeting. He had no idea if Samus would grant his request, but he didn't know who else to ask.

Something broke and Caretaker sighed. Pushing the blanket off him, he sat up and used the sofa back to pull himself to his knees, muscles protesting, and took in the scene before him.