Alexander stares at his unwritten parchment of paper on his desk,clearly not being able to sleep. Not like it mattered. It was 1799,and Alex was working as the Secretary of Treasury. Yet,It can get boring being an insomniac who works 24/7 writing essays and attending meetings.

"You know what? I'm gonna write a letter to Laurens! I hope he's alright after so long."

As you can see,Alexander has become no less than a schizophrenic. Imagining his dead friend and lover as alive? Crazy.