Till Toshi came back to himself, it was morning already. Grey and dim... He opened his eyes to a tight gap, as much as he could, but what he saw he couldn't explain. His head was resting on that girl's lap, and the right side of his face, especially the side of his cheekbone and temples, were stinging, but he could feel the fabric of his shirt pressed onto his skin there. Furthermore, he was wrapped in the dark grey hoodie he gave her the night before...<br/><br/>Slowly, he started remembering. He passed away on the road... He must have grazed his head on it - that would explain the scratches. And then she most likely dragged him over here, and lit a fire. That seemed like the most logical explanation.<br/><br/>He softly pushed her hand aside, putting the hoodie he used till then as a blanket back on, and sled off her, though still moving as little as possible. He felt horrible. Overnight, he just got hungrier, and even though he was only moderately tired by now, his head was pounding. The way he hit it at night didn't help that, either. Completely stiff from sleeping curled up in a weird position between the ground and Kyris's legs, he felt like throwing up the five biscuits from yesterday... Even though he reached into his bag and pulled out the half-eaten packet, he still wasn't feeling much better.<br/><br/>He needed a coffe. And at least a toast, or a bowl of cereal... And a few more hours of sleep.