Elliot is at his desk once again, his fingers clacking against the keys as his eyes glaze over the monitor, taking in as much information as he can.

The wind blows outside, occasionally rattling against the windows. The sounds of Qwerty's water tank and Elliot's soft breaths fill the empty apartment.

He yawns as he rubs his neck, finding that he feels sore from being hunched over his desk for hours at a time.

Maybe it’s time to head to bed.