The man was fast asleep, a cup of coffee loosely held in his hand, settled on a desk. He was sitting in the booth of the strange bar in the Mist. This was a rare time that they actually got a break from some psychopathic serial killer. A few moments later, though, Ryder jumped slightly, his eyes snapping open as he awoke. Then, he cleared his throat, taking a sip of his coffee. Ugh... he was so tired.