Timothy lays sleepily on his bed,<br/>he is in that half hour he always takes to wake up after his alarm clock rings/<br/>some minutes ago he awoke stopped the alarm clock and decided to sleep another half hour,(like almost always)<br/>thoughts pass his minds like clouds driven by a strong wind.<br/>Yesterday when he was occupied with moving he had not given himself really time to think about everything that happened but now things come back to him.<br/>Secrets, it seemed he is not the only one that has some or maybe they are less secrets than things that take time to reveal themself. Why had Apex needed to leave so early and why had she her own living quarters away from the others?<br/>It made him awfully aware that they might have behaved like a team but they were only starting out<br/>to become one.<br/>Sure they kicked ass , but how much had been due to skill and how much had been luck?<br/>Those shade guys they did not seem to be the people one could simply go against with luck.<br/>It was so ridiculous, when one thought about it, like being dropped into the last dungeon of an rpg while still being a starting character.<br/>Timothy sighs, no use complaining this is reality after all and it will not change only because you think its unfair.<br/>After five more minutes of evaluating how comfortable his bed is Timothy decides to get up.<br/>Underwear, T-shirt and shorts and then breakfast.