Whatever time it was, it was very dark. Georgie stumbled around in the darkness, attempting to find her little fire stone in order to light a candle or two. She couldn't find it. After a few minutes of fumbling around in her bags through clothes and things, Georgie got fed up. She had to be at the bakery, and she was probably already late. She only hoped that whatever color she magicked her tunic to be turned out to be a pleasant one once the sun finally rose.