Ibrahim Mithat started feel a bit sleepy. Actually drowsy, it was strange. He tried to take a breathe from his pipe, but his arm was rejecting to move the pipe to his mouth. He tried harder, and achived it. He took a deep breathe, well the tobacco obviously wasn't going to help him. Then his eyes started closing. Mithat tried really hard to not sleep, then he saw Murphy looking someone. Murphy asked him and the lady a question. Mithat answered it with a sleepy voice:<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Yes, yes. I feel sleepy."</span><br/><br/>Then Mithat opened his eyes widely to make drowsiness go away. It wasn't very effective but it helped him to gather his mind together. He put the pipe on the table. There was something going on. It wasn't normal to get sleepy without drinking alcohol. A danger was right in here. Mithat gathered his mind together again. He had to open his eyes, and think clearly. But the drowsiness... Mithat put his left finger into pipe for two seconds. The heat gave him a great pain. He tought it would make him awake, and probably going to make it.