Hamilton was working in his study, just hardly keeping himself awake right now. Hamilton wrote quite fast, his just wanted to get over with the work he had right now. His office door was slightly opened, he always kept it open for his family. After a couple minutes he placed his Quill down and leaned back in his chair, he just let out a soft sigh. He was tired and stressed.

Hamilton slightly stretched his body, looking up at the ceiling as he did. Looking down at the paper work and he started to rub his face. He was quite frustrated, he wanted it finished by today. He looked up at his desk and thought for a moment, it was quiet in the house as he thought about it now.

Hamilton picked up his Quill again, he began writing once more. He wasn't going to take a break anytime soon, he wanted to get this over with. Quit determined to finish than thinking about a break. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes open but he couldn't care. He kept his eyes on the paper, writing until he was done.