Saturday, December 4, 2004

More News
Well, they found out what caused my nephew's stroak. Apperantly it's pretty serious, but they can do something about it now that they know what it is. I don't know what they plan on doing to fix it yet. I hope they can. Yeah, I know all I talk about is my nephew, but right now he's the only interesting thing he's happening in my life right now. He was nine months old yesterday. Poor kid.
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Friday, December 3, 2004

News!
well, I finally got news about my nephew. My mom came home and sent me an email. He doesn't have any mobility in his left side and it will take one to two years of therapy to get it back. Poor baby. Sigh, I guess it could be worse. My sister is the one I really feel sorry for. When Evan is older he won't even remember all the trouble he put his parents through. Ah well.
So other then that life is boring. still just a lot of homework and papers. All I ever do is write papers. Sorry, don't mean to whine. I can't wait for Christmas break.
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Wednesday, December 1, 2004

News
No news about my nephew yet. My mom is in California to be with my sister and she's usually the one who lets me know about these sorts of things. Dad's not very good at remembering to call. Of course it may just be that there isn't any news. Sigh.
Other then that it's just the usual home work and stuff. It snowed! Not much though. Yeah, my life is pretty boring.
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Monday, November 29, 2004

My Weekend
I'm back! Thankgiving weekend was great up until saturday when we learned that my nephew, who's less then a year old had a stroak. He should recover all right since baby's brains are a lot more plastic, but it was still kind of scary. Anywho, any prayer offered on his behalf would be appreciated.
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004

   Going on Break
Well,I'm leaving today for Thanksgiving break, so I won't be updating until next monday, just so everyone doesn't think I've died. ^_^ Have fun everyone! I know I will.
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Monday, November 22, 2004

   Yay!
Thanksgiving break is almost here and I finished the two papers I have to turn in tomorrow! After classes tomorrow all I have to do is relax for the next few days. Yay!
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Friday, November 19, 2004

   Personal stuff
I guess I should write something personal about me. ^^; I'm not good at that. Oh well. Not much going on except homework and hanging out with friends. No boys, but I don't really care. Yeah. Boring. Oh well could be worse.
On the plus side my nephew is out of the hospital. He had heart surgery. He was born with a whole in his heart. He's all right and recovering fine. Hopefully I'll get to see him at Christmas.
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   What I have of chapter three
This is all I wrote of chapter three. Maybe I'll finish it sometime.

Chapter Three
The next morning Marlena slept in. She would be working the nightshift that evening and she wanted to get as much rest as possible. Of course she would also take a nap just before she went to work. She hated working the nightshift, but in times like these one did what was needed. She pulled herself out of bed around eight and got into the shower. After getting dressed she went out into the living room to check on Duo. He was awake and turned to look at her when she came in.
"Don't you have work today?", he asked
"I'm working nightshift so I don't have to go in until seven", she told him as she poured herself a bowl of cereal. "What do you want for breakfast?", she asked Duo.
"Just whatever is fine.", he told her.
"Good, because I don't have much in the way of breakfast food. I generally eat cereal, which is what I have the most of."
"I'll just have what you're having."
Marlena poured a second bowl of the cereal, added milk and handed it to him along with a spoon. "Be careful not to spill", she admonished him.
"Jeesh, you treat me like I'm your little brother or something. I can take care of myself."
"Obviously not well enough.", Marlena retorted. She sat down and ate her own cereal in silence for several minutes, then spoke. "I've never had a brother, or any siblings for that matter. I'm my parent's only child."
"Really?", Duo asked around a mouthful of food, trying to sound politely interested.
"Yea, I don't know why they didn't ever have more children. I guess they decided one was enough. Do you have any siblings?"
"I don't have a family."
"Oh, well, I'm sorry."
"So am I."
Marlena took the hint and changed the subject. "You're healing pretty well. You should be able to get around on your own in a couple days. I can get you a set of crutches from work for you is you like."
"Thanks, that'd be great."
The rest of the meal was eaten in amicable silence. When Marlena was finished, she started on Duo's clothes. When she finally took them out of the dryer they were navy blue instead of the dull brownish blue they had been. It had taken quite a bit of scrubbing and soaking, but she'd managed to get most of the blood stains out as well. Next she got out her sewing box and took out a needle and spool of thread. She wasn't a very talented sewer, but she could mend well enough and they were in sore need of it.
When Marlena was finished she announced that it was time for Duo's bath. Duo still wasn't to thrilled with the idea, but allowed her to help him to the bathroom. The whole thing was done it awkward silence, Duo with his eyes fixed resolutely on the bottom of the tub and Marlena focusing intently on the spot she was washing and nothing else. When she was done she helped him out of the tub, sat him on the toilet seat, and dried him off. All the time Duo's face was growing more and more red.
"Wait here." she told him. Duo's face brightened when she came back carrying his own cloths.
"You should probably replace these with new ones. They're really beaten up, but they'll do for now." she said, as she helped him get dressed again. Duo didn't care how beat up or worn they were. They were his and they covered all of him.
Duo sighed with relief as Marlena lowered him back onto her couch. He picked up the t.v. remote, turned the television on and begun flipping channels. He finally settled on some made for t.v. movie that looked like it had originally been aired ten years ago.
The rest of the morning passed pretty much in peace and quiet. Marlena got a few chores done around the apartment and Duo either watched television, read, or slept. Lunch was leftovers from dinner the night before. It tasted just as good to Duo the second time around.
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Monday, November 15, 2004

   Chapter Two
Marlena woke up the next morning to the beeping of her alarm. It was six a.m. and the sun wasn't quite up yet. She didn't even remember having fallen asleep the night before. With a sigh, she dragged herself out of bed. She had to go to work today, which meant that she would have to leave the boy, Duo, alone all day. She would have to make sure everything he needed was in reach and leave note with instructions for him.
After Marlena had gotten herself ready for work, she set about getting Duo everything that he would need. She took the pain medication he would need out of the kitchen cabinet and placed it on the side table, next to the couch. She reheated some soup from the previous night, poured it into a thermos and placed it next to the medication. She also left a small stack of various types of books on the table, just in case he got sick of watching television. She wanted to check his bandages, but that would have to wait until she got home that evening, or she'd be late for work. Last of all she wrote him a note and left that on the table as well. Then she got her purse and car keys and left.
Duo woke up a few hours later to the sun shining through the living room window. The first thing he noticed was that the apartment was silent. He pulled himself up with a groan. He was much more sore then he had been last night. He looked around him and called Marlena's name, but got no response. It was then that he noticed the note, along with the other things, that she had left on the side table. He folded it and began reading it. It went as follows:
Duo,
I've gone to work and I won't be back until about seven tonight. There is soup if you get hungry and books if you get bored. You need to take two of the pain pills once every six hours. I suggest you take some as soon as you finish reading this note, as your last dose has already worn off and you are likely in considerable pain at the moment. Eat some soup before you take it and just be sure you don't take anymore, no matter how much it hurts.
Marlena
Duo, who was quite hungry, was more then willing to take her advise. He drank about half the soup in the thermos before downing two of the pills from the bottle. It was only lukewarm, but it was still good. He slid back down into a prone position and wondered what he was going to do all day, alone by himself. He considered watching television, but he knew there was never anything on during the day time.
Duo wasn't exactly a book person, so he left the stack on the table undisturbed. After a while of lying there, trying to decided what to do, going back to sleep seemed to be a pretty good idea, though he hadn't been sleepy a short time ago. As Duo slipped into slumber once again, he wondered if it had anything to do with the pills. They were doing a marvelous job on the pain, though
When Duo woke, several hours later, according to the clock on the VCR, he was hungry again. He had the rest of the soup, then turned on the TV. As he had suspected, there was nothing on except sleazy talk shows and infomercials. Bored out of his skull, he finally decided that reading one of the books might be more interesting then watching a talk show about women who were convinced that aliens were the fathers of their babies. He picked one up off the top of the stack and read it's title, The Count of Montechristo, which didn't sound that promising, but he decided to give it a chance.
Marlena came home at seven o'clock, tired and more then a bit depressed, to see Duo asleep on the couch with an open book resting on his chest. She knew the pills had to be doing their job. They were wonderful for pain, but the most common side effect was drowsiness. Right now she wished she could just take something for the pain in her head and go to sleep, but her stomach demanded to be filled. She hadn't had time for lunch at work.
Being careful not to wake Duo, Marlena walked softly to the kitchen and began to prepare dinner as quietly as possible, even thought she really didn't feel like cooking. Normally when she got home after work she would just microwave some leftovers, but she had Duo to feed as well. In spite of her care, however, the clinking on pots and the like soon woke Duo from his slumber.
"Oh, man, what are in those pills?", Duo asked as he yawned and stretched.
"Prescription pain medication. You have to be careful with it, though, or you can get addicted."
"Wow, that's some pretty powerful stuff."
"How do you feel?"
"A little better."
"Good. After dinner we're going to have a look at those bandages, and then I am going to bed."
Marlena was surprised when Duo showed a look of concern and asked her, "Rough day?"
She got over her shock quickly and answered. "Yes. Too many patients and not enough nurses. This new war is certainly taking it's toll."
Duo almost responded to her comment, but stopped himself. She might not know he was involved in the war, and if she didn't he didn't want to tell her. Marlena sensed the awkwardness and changed to subject. "So, did you like the book?" she asked, indicating the one that had been sitting on his chest when she came in.
"I'm not really into books, but yea. It didn't look all that great, but it's got some pretty cool stuff in it, like sword fights and revenge and stuff." Marlena couldn't help, but smile a little at Duo's comment, in spite of her weariness.
Marlena cooked for the rest of the time in silence, and Duo picked up the book and continued to read. In about an hour she was finished and presented him with a plate containing rice mixed with meat, vegetables, and soy sauce. As soon as Marlena handed him a pair of chopsticks, he began to eat.
Marlena ate hers slowly. She was hungry, but she wasn't really tasting the food. She was thinking about Brad. One of her fellow nurses had asked her about him today. She'd finally told someone they had broken up. She'd almost started crying, but had somehow managed to maintain her composure. Up until then, she had been doing all right because she had been kept herself busy enough with work to forget about him, and the fact that she still needed to tell her parents.
Duo was finished well before Marlena was. He put his plate down and looked over at her. She'd stopped eating entirely and was now staring off into space. Her plate was only a little over half empty. "You going to eat that?" he asked eyeing her plate with interest. The vacant expression left Marlena's face only to be replaced by a scowl. She shoved the plate at Duo without saying a word. He shrugged, accepted it, and cleared it entirely.
When Duo had finished Marlena rose and went to one of the kitchen cupboards. She opened it a pulled out a little black bag. "It's time to check those bandages," she said as she placed it on the table and opened it. Form it she drew rolls of clean white bandages. "Can you take your own shirt off, or do you what me to help you?"
"My what?" Duo said.
"You have to take off your shirt so I can check you bandages, and you pants too, so I can have a look at that leg. Can you do it yourself or do you need me to help you?"
"Whoa, let's back up here a moment. I'm not going to be half-naked in front of a some lady I just meet yesterday."
"Do you want me to help you get better or not? For heaven's sake, I'm a nurse. I've seen countless men in less than their boxers. I've had to help some use the toilet. So stop being shy and cooperate, or I won't help you at all."
Shy? No one had ever called Duo shy. With an exasperated sigh he pulled his shirt up over his head. He winced as felt a sharp stabs of pain from his ribs and several of the bruises on his upper body. Marlena had to help him off with his shoes and pants, which only made him more embarrassed and angry. She knelt next to the couch, unwound the bandages, and began cleaning them with an antiseptic.
Duo winced in pain as she began to clean the wounds on his torso. Besides bruised ribs, he also had a couple of lovely gashes. "Does that hurt?" she asked, seeing his reaction.
"Well, duh!" was Duo's angry reply
Marlena scowled at him. "Hey, I'm just trying to be nice by helping you out. I could have just left you. The least you could do is be nice about it," she yelled. Her voice sounded angry, but there were tears welling up in her eyes. Duo instantly felt bad.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude, it's just that...."
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine," Marlena insisted.
"Well, I'm sorry anyway. Thanks for helping me. I know I'm a lot of trouble and I appreciate what you're doing."
Marlena smiled weakly. "Your welcome," she said, then went back to cleaning his wounds, the worst of which was the huge gash on his forehead. He had another one on his leg, but that one wasn't quite so bad. The antiseptic stung, but he tried to keep as still as possible. After she was finished, she replaced the old, bloody bandages with new ones. She put everything back into the little black bag and returned it to its cupboard.
When Marlena returned she picked up Duo's clothing and got a good look at them. They were covered in dirt and there was tears in both the pants and the shirt. She sniffed them and recoiled in disgust. They didn't smell all that great either. She folded them carefully and headed to where the washer and dryer stood in a nook just off the hallway.
"Hey, where are you going with my clothes?" Duo protested before she could get very far.
"They're filthy. I'm going to wash them, and then I'm going to mend them. I'd give you new ones to wear instead, but I don't have any men's clothing laying around."
"What am I supposed to wear then?"
Marlena went to the linen closet and pulled out one of her ankle length bathrobes. It would be a little short on him, but it would cover everything. It wasn't like he'd be going out anywhere in the next couple of days. "Here you can wear this?" Duo looked it with raised eyebrows, but accepted it and let her help him put it on.
"Speaking of washing things, you need a bath too, but you can't get those bandages wet, so I'll have to give you a sponge bath."
"A what?"
"Don't worry, you can keep your boxers on. Oh, and you can take a couple of the pain pills before you go to bed." With that, Marlena left the room, his clothing in her arms. She placed them on top of the washer, so she wouldn't forget to do them in the morning. Then she went to her own room and shut the door behind her.
After Marlena shut the door she collapsed on her bed with a sigh. The boy had been in her house another day without her learning anything new about him. She had intended to ask him a few questions, but right now she was simply too tired. So she undressed and got ready for bed. She crawled back into bed and tired to sleep, but her brain was still restless and she couldn't. It had been like that every night since the breakup, but this night was different. Instead of thinking about Brad she was preoccupied with the boy who was sleeping on her couch.
Duo seemed harmless and good natured, but if he was a soldier there was no knowing what he could be capable off. She'd seen the atrocities that human beings inflicted on one another. She saw them on a daily basis. Logically, she could see why war might be necessary. There were a lot of arguments for it and they all sounded good, but she hated it all the same. With the things she saw day in and day out, ever since this latest war had started, there was no way she could support it. Then, on the other hand, he was as much of a human as any of the soldiers she tended. Who knew what his reasons for fighting were? And after all, he was just a boy. She just wished she knew more about him.
Duo really didn't feel sleepy. He'd slept almost the whole day away thanks to those pills of Marlena's. He took two more knowing, that soon it would no longer be a problem. After swallowing them down, he laid back on the couch and tried to think. He knew he had forgotten to ask her the questions he had wanted to. He'd gotten so preoccupied with the whole clothing thing that he had just forgotten. As he finally felt sleep come upon him, he resolved to remember the next day.
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Wednesday, November 10, 2004

Hey, I found this....
I found this and I thought I'd post it. It's not finished, but if people like it, then I just might. Here's chapter one.

Namless Gundam Fic:

Chapter one
Duo was suddenly aware of his surroundings. He had no idea how long he had been swimming in the sea of unconsciousness. He kept his eyes closed. He had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. He remembered his Gundam being damaged and just barely escaping a fight where he had been alone and vastly out numbered. He must have hit his head on the roof of his cockpit or something, it hurt like Hades, but he couldn't remember.
With his eyes still closed, Duo took stock of his situation as best he could. He was laying on something soft and squishy, a couch, by the feel of it. That meant he must be in somebody's house, though who's he had no idea. He was also aware that he had bandages around his head, his left leg, and his ribs. It could be worse, he told himself, at least he wasn't in enemy hands. Just in the home of some innocent bystander he might have to kill, depending on how much they had seen. What a wonderful mess he'd gotten himself into.
Marlena paused in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, soup bowl in hand. The boy on her couch wasn't stirring, but she could tell he was awake. It was about time too. He'd been laying there, unconscious, for almost a whole day and she had been starting to worry. She went back into the kitchen and dished up a second bowl of soup for him and returned to the living room.
"It's good to see you're finally awake.", she said. The boy, realizing she already knew he was awake, opened his eyes and looked at her. He tried to sit up, but the strain was too much.
"Hey, take it easy. You got pretty banged up. You need to rest. Here, have some soup."
Duo accepted the bowl of soup from the nameless girl and sniffed it experimentally. It didn't seem poisoned and it actually smelled quite delicious. Duo couldn't remember the last time he had a decent home cooked meal. He realized that he was, indeed, very hungry and proceeded to devour the soup as quickly as his prone position would allow. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, that she wasn't touching hers.
Marlena carefully observed the boy in front of her. He couldn't be much older then seventeen. She had found him in the small forest outside the city. It had been her day off and she was out hiking. She'd been wandering well off the beaten path when she had spotted him lying on the forest floor. She'd had the most difficult time carrying him back to her car. She'd utterly exhausted herself doing it. Fortunately for her, she was in good shape, if not the best.
What had really puzzled her even more was the huge mobile suit she had seen, not far from his prone form. For this reason, she had decided not to take him to the hospital. He wasn't your average teenager that was for sure. If the mobile suit was his, that meant he was a soldier of some kind, though for whom, she had no idea. She knew she was five kinds of insane to take him home with her, but she also knew she just couldn't leave him there and she couldn't risk putting him in danger by taking him to the hospital.
Duo finished off his meal and looked back up at his benefactress. "Thanks for the soup," he said, handing her the empty bowl. She took it and placed it in the sink then continued to regard him silently.
"So what's your name? I mean I'd like to know who I have to be grateful to."
"Marlena Gottfried. What's yours?"
"Duo Maxwell. Pleased to meet you."
There was another period of awkward silence. Duo regarded Marlena coolly. She was a good four inches shorter then he, about four foot ten, he guessed, with a dark olive complexion and large dark brown eyes. Her hair was the same shade of brown and fell, smooth and straight, all the way down to her ankles. She was dressed in what appeared to be a nurse's uniform. Her figure was extremely slender and fragile looking.
"You got yourself hurt pretty badly", she finally spoke.
"So it seems.", Duo groaned as he tried to shift positions
"You aren't well enough to move yet, so you'd better stay here for a while."
"It doesn't seem I like I have much choice, but thanks lady."
Marlena grunted in reply "I'm going to the store. Don't wreck the place while I'm gone." With that she was out the door.
Duo looked around the empty apartment, confused. He'd never been left alone in a strange person's place before. His eyes rested on the end table where Marlena's purse was laying and wondered what she planned on doing at the store without it. Unable to suppress his curiosity he managed to right himself with considerable effort and grab a hold of it. He went straight for the wallet and began riffling through it. He knew it was not very polite, but, despite all his charm, Marlena was still more then a little standoffish. She probably wouldn't offer anymore information about herself then she already had and this was the only way he could think of to get it.
The first thing Duo found was Marlena's ID. Sure enough, the name on it read Marlena Gottfried. According to the birth date she was 19 years old. Next he looked at the photos it contained. A picture of an older man and woman caught his attention. They bore a slight resemblance to Marlena. Her parents, he assumed. There was also a picture of her next to a young man who looked slightly older, a boyfriend maybe? Or a brother, perhaps? Duo frowned. Whoever he was, he wasn't very attractive. There were credit cards and cash in the wallet as well, about 60(denomination)s worth. He didn't take any of it though. It wouldn't have been polite.
After putting the wallet back Duo commenced going through the remaining contents of the purse. It was pretty much all boring stuff. A tube of lipstick, a compact, breath mints, several pens, and her checkbook. Curiosity satisfied, he placed the purse back on the end table exactly where he had found it. He noticed her soup bowl was sitting there completely untouched. He was still hungry and if she didn't want it, well he couldn't just let good food go to waste, now could he?
After consuming the second bowl of soup he laid himself back down and started thinking. He had no idea where his fellow gundam pilots were, or how he could reach them. He needed his Gundam repaired, too, only he had no idea where he'd left it. He supposed he could ask Marlena if he could use her phone, but she was probably the type who would insist he keep still until he was fully recovered. He had to admit that resting sounded nice, but he wasn't sure if that was going to be possible. And of course there was still the question of how much she had seen and how he was going to deal with her if she had seen too much. He really didn't feel like killing anyone, especially someone who was taking care of him. It seemed very ungrateful somehow.
Marlena muttered curses to herself as she drove aimlessly around the city. The light from the street lamps reflected off the wet pavement of the street. She had no intention of going to the store and never had. She was being stupid, she told herself, terminally stupid. What on earth had she been thinking bringing home such a potentially dangerous person. Granted he wasn't very dangerous at the moment, but still, what about when he was feel better? She doubted he would want any witnesses. He may be a boy, but if he was trained as a soldier it would be easy for him to kill her.
Marlena slammed on her breaks and did a U-turn. Several drives honked and shouted angrily at her, but she didn't care. She had to get home before that punk made off with all her money and credit cards. That must have been what he was after and she had just been so, so stupid. She drove like a maniac all the way back to her apartment. She fumbled with her keys to open the door. It took her a while, but she finally threw open the door and stood on the threshold. She half expected it to be blow to bits. What she saw was her apartment, just as she had left it, save Duo, who was still laying on her couch asleep. He woke with a start, surprised at her dramatic entry.
"What's the matter lady?" he asked, noticing the rather unattractive expression her face had twisted into.
Marlena merely gave him an even sourer look. "Don't call me lady", she snapped, "Makes me feel old." With that she stormed into her bedroom and shut the door. She seemed to contain an awful lot of rage for such a small woman.
"What's her problem?" Duo muttered to himself as he hunted around the couch cushions for the remote control.
Duo had been watching t.v. for about an hour when he was startled by a loud crash from Marlena's room. He winced and decided it would be best not to investigate. Whatever was wrong, that woman was definitely in a bad mood. He wasn't really afraid she would hurt him, but angry women could be very scary all the same. So he decided to mind his own business and not get involved in another person's troubles.
A few moments later Marlena came storming out of her room and seized the broom and dustpan that had been leaning in a corner in the kitchen. She stomped to her room and came back a few minutes later the dust pan containing broken glass, the remains of what looked like a broken picture frame, and fragments of a torn up photograph. Once again Duo kept his thoughts to himself.
Much to his surprise, after tossing the contents of the dustpan into the waste bin, Marlena sat herself down on the floor in front of the couch. He decided to fix his entire attention on the program he had been watching, so as not to attract her notice. His plan was working until he heard to sobbing. He risked a tentative glance in her direction and saw that she was weeping violently with her face in her hands.
Unsure what to do, Duo finally settled on pulling his handkerchief out of his pocket and offering it to her. She took it and dried her tears, wiped her nose and held it out to him. Duo stared at it; it was soaked with her tears and covered in snot and mascara. "Uh, you keep it," he told her. Marlena gave him a weak smile and pocketed the handkerchief. Her mascara had run, giving her dark circles under her eyes, but she was still more attractive then she had been when she was angry.
Marlena got up and headed to the bathroom. Duo wondered, now more then ever, what was going on with her, but there was no way he was about to ask for fear of getting his head bitten off. Nobody he had ever meet was this moody on a regular basis. He sighed, picked up the remote and changed the channel.
Marlena stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had cleaned her face and redone her makeup, but she still felt like she looked worn and haggard. Her mother had come to see her yesterday and had remarked on it. Marlena had told her that it was because she was having difficulty handling working at the hospital and going to school at the same time, which was a lie. She didn't feel ready to tell her parents about the breakup yet. They both loved Brad and been looking forward to having him for a son-in-law.
Just the thought of Brad almost made her start crying again. It had only been four days since her boyfriend of over a year had told her that he'd been seeing another woman for months, so she supposed it was normal to feel extremely emotional, but that thought didn't make her feel any better. What she really wanted, right now, was to be alone. With a house guest, however, that wasn't possible. The best she could do was hole up in her room and try her best to ignore the blaring of the television.
Marlena curled up on her bed and turned on the radio to help drown out the noise coming from the living room. She looked across the room at the wall she had thrown Brad's photo against in a fit of anger. Since he broke up with her, it seemed the only emotions she could feel were, alternately, anger and sadness. It was like one big, unpleasant, rollercoster ride. And just when she was feeling emotionally crippled she had another problem dropped in her lap. True, she hadn't been forced to help the boy, but just leaving him there would go against a few of her most basic beliefs, so she was stuck with him.
After watching t.v. for a few more hours, Duo sighed and turned it off. He knew he couldn't stay here for long and he vowed to himself that as soon as he could get off Marlena's couch, he would get back into action. Where ever his gudam was he hoped it was safe. One thing he absolutely had to do tomorrow was question her about how much she knew. It would have to be done carefully, so as not to give away anymore information about himself. He decided, with a yawn, that he would think about it later, right now, he needed to sleep.

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