Allen stirred from sleep and groaned from under the covers as some horrible sound echoed in his nearly empty quarters. He fumbles around the nightstand for his glasses. The alarm clock atop it blinked 1200 at him, a steady plea to be set. With a grunt the man sat upright. Eyes still struggling to bring the world into focus, he stumbled twords the door. The light came on, the door opened, and there ge stood. Effectively in pajamas by comparison to his earlier suit, he wore a sleeveless gray shirt and thick white sweat-pants. A gold chain hung about his neck, the word 'HOPE' etched into the plate it held. "Nurse Rathlyn?! Is it eight already? How long did I sleep?" He adjusted his glasses. "I am SO sorry."