As the current issue of<i>Rugby World </i>slipped from his grasp, a dozing Orion woke with a jump.  Upon rejoining the land of the conscious, the first thing he did was to pick up the fallen magazine, placing it on a nearby nightstand.  Task complete, he glanced at his watch.  Six minutes until midnight.  May as well get going, he thought, rubbing sleep from his eyes.<br/><br/>A pair of mints were tossed into his mouth, not wanting to breathe on the Princess with nap breath.  Lights turned off, he kept the bedside lamp on.  There was no way to predict how long he’d be out, or more importantly, what were Cassiopeia’s intentions.  The Prince wasn’t about to return to a pitch-black room, although he knew the lay of that room like the back of his hand.