But it was Hearth's Warming and he had a sergeant’s leave privileges—everything could go to Tartarus for once for all he cared. It had been a busy day. There was a parade, a ball, Celestia knew how many private parties, and the population of Canterlot had effectively doubled as family, friends, merchants, and revellers arrived in the capital to celebrate the holiday. Cloud had been awake and on duty for effectively thirty-six straight hours, managing the barely organized chaos that was Canterlot. Now? It was just him, his bed, and hours and hours of glorious sle—