It has been several hours since Paul stretched out to go to sleep. Despite his fatigue, he finds himself restless. Most of the night is spent tossing and turning, and the few times he does fall asleep, he is awakened by unpleasant nightmares. He finally throws off the blanket in annoyance, realizing he'd probably better off just not trying to sleep at all. Research does not prove to be the balm it usually is and Paul rises and paces about the cargo bay restlessly. He spies Shen's guitar near the ladder where he left it and pads over quietly. He picks it up and looks at it thoughtfully for awhile before he sits back down on his discarded bedding and begins to work on a song that he'd started to write many years ago, but then abandoned. He plays quietly so as not to wake Shenner.