A pleasant wake-up call and the serene melody of gentle rain. What better wake up call could one ask for? A hot meal would be nice. Sigmund sat up and began rubbing his eyes, freeing them from the sleep that claimed. A sharp inhale cleared his mind. He deffinately needed that. Guessing that Marks was still asleep, he did not answer aloud. Instead he began carefully collecting his strategically strewn about gear.