To make a long story short, you stayed up for three days straight working non-stop in preparation for D-Day. You worked over the routes, the maps for the crews, and had countless meetings. Every hour someone told you to lay off, and go to bed. You didn’t listen. Then, you collapsed. Literally.

It wasn’t until you were waking up, finding Rosie beside your bed, reading his book, that you realized. “What time is it?” you groan, sitting up. Your head was pounding. You’d slept for three days.