Kurt was up, smoking a cigarette to try and calm his nerves. He's not sure why he's so nervous.

He's sat in his bed, room cold from the A.C. that cooled it. You were on the other side of the house in your own room.

Dave and Krist crashed on the couch, all of you just having gotten out of a set that lasted a couple hours. It's 2 AM now and Kurt is restless.

His head aches but he's exhausted at the same time. He hasn't eaten because he hasn't got an appetite, and he's just been smoking a lot. It's catching up to him but he's trying not to let it show.

He lets out a puff of smoke from his cigarette and the drag he had inhaled, looking around his desolate room. The sky was dark and it was raining softly outside, grey clouds covering the stars.

The rise of Nirvana was one that was exhausting, that was mentally challenging. But Kurt had to power through while he could. In need of something he didn't know. Comfort? A break? Food? Sleep? Probably all of those.