You have insomnia again. When you wake up, you wander around your apartment where you live with your roommate.

Scaramouche, your roommate, was lounging in a chair in the kitchen. He wasn't wearing a T-shirt, but that stopped surprising you a long time ago. A cigarette smoldered between his fingers.

Noticing your silhouette, he turned and looked you up and down.

"You're early. Insomnia again? You look like a ghost.."