Mimi go home

When we attached the sensor connecting Mimi to the sleep-machine-that-measures-the-oxygen-level-and-heart-beats-thingy and switched it on and Mimi's finger glowed red, I could not help but exclaim in a (n even more) nasal voice "Mimi, go home". 

This is the second and final night of her sleep being closely monitored. 


I wonder what Mr Smith's middle finger would look like if it glowed red...