Gracie Freeman sat up slowly, rubbing the last of her all too brief rest from her eyes and trying to hold on to the last moments of a dream about being back in Donna Joy's place on 49th drinking with the boys. The cozy speakeasy was gone now, she was sure, just as surely as her colleagues were. The sobering thought brought her fully round to wakefulness, and she staggered over to the vent she'd left her coffee pot sitting beside before going to sleep. She dumped out the remaining water from what she thought of as last night, although who the hell knew what time it actually was, and went down to one of the streams to refill. She nodded silently to the people who'd stayed up to keep watch on her way.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>