Jemarr blew the last notes of his mourning hymn, sighing deeply. He felt a tear running down his cheek, and let it drop into his suit's recycling systems. One day, his planet would be free of the synthetic menace his people had accidentally created, but that day wasn't going to be tomorrow.<br/><br/>He shut down his music program and lay back on the bed, his breathing quiet and even. His meditative prayer and the controlled breathing of his playing had relaxed his body and mind, enabling him to find the sleep he so desperately needed. He placed himself right up against the wall, taking up only a small width of the bed. He set his suit to monitor his muscles and electrically massage his legs to minimise cramps and sudden sleep movements.<br/><br/>Oddly enough, Jemarr had actually gotten used to the huge amounts of space available on Eden Prime - even the guest bedroom the colony had given him as a visiting worker was three times the size of this cabin. It had been strange sleeping so far away from anyone else, though, so the closeness of the cabin and the proximity he would have to Anastasia was quite reassuring to him. He closed his eyes, but instructed his suit to wake him when the cabin door opened. He assured himself that this was so that he could be polite and accomodate whatever position Anastasia wanted on the bed, but in truth, he didn't want to be asleep when she climbed into the bed next to him.