Without a doubt, this is one of my favorite things from Santa Barbara; the sun as it creeps through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my face when I stir awake.

I blink groggily, trying to focus on the ornate ceiling above me. After a while, I finally get up and head to Natasha’s door, knocking gently on it. There is no answer, and I realize that she isn't in the room.

There is so much silence, it makes me uneasy. I focus all my attention into every ...