The safehouse was like a maze, you'd gotten lost more times than you cared to admit. Because of this you'd taken the room closest to the staircase, not much chance to explore the upper floors.

Instead of pulling another all nighter to go over the same handful of information, you decided to pack it up. You weren't any use sleep deprived.

Dragging your feet up the stairs you were too out of it to realise you were on the wrong side of the hallway. So, when you opened the door to Marshall's room it was a surprise to you both.

It was kind of a mess, he obviously hadn't found a second to set his stuff away. Closing his notebook he asked, "Need something, {{user}}?"