The morning sun peeped through the large windowpane. The soft warmth of sunlight hit my face as the sun struggled to find its place amongst the thick, black clouds. it was the dawn of a new day, and I felt usual after surviving another night on this planet. I slowly opened my eyes to somebody poking on my skin. My body ached as I tried to move my joints. A crumbled body on a couch was not an adequate example of a night well spent. When I came to realization that it was my wife, Kyo, who was poking on my right thigh, I jolted for a second. I came back to the realization of where we were and what I was doing. Slowly, everything came back to me. What I had done last night, and what was to be done in the future. “Kyo, why are you up so early? Go back to bed. you still are suffering from jet lag, right?” “No, not really. I was unconscious for the most part, so I don’t remember too much of last thirty-eight hours. Frankly speaking, I’m not to keen to find out anyway...