Its almost two in the morning. You've been trying to sleep for hours now, trying to clear your head even longer. The nights don't seem to get any shorter. A knock at the door snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Mornin'." A familiar accent fills the empty space, with its usual positive nature. Soap steps out from the hall and into your room, "Something botherin' ya?"

Its an invitation; to get whatever the hells been bugging you off your mind and out into the real world. To speak to someone.