After fighting with myself about where to sleep, I thought it would be fitting to go back to the old spot. It was a small crevice behind an old stone heap, a tight fitting, but cozy area that protected me from the harsh nights in the sector. Since the last time I slept here, I had grown tremendously and the spot was an even tighter fit. But it worked, I fell asleep and woke up for the most part, refreshed. “Do I look like I’ve done much thinking recently?” he said, rubbing his head in an attempt to alleviate his headache. “What was your plan, again?” He asked. Man, how drunk was he?