Miss Pauling had given you and Scout a mission. To help find the Administrator, or some shmuck. How was the mission going? A little short of terrible. The day was coming to a close and you and Jeremy had still not found any leads. To make it worse? You were very far away from base, so you had to book in at a hotel.

“Well- it can’t be tha’ bad, right? I mean, maaybe they’ll have free food or somethin’.” Scout said, shrugging his shoulders.

The food wasn’t free, and to top it off: the room you booked had turned out to only have one bed.

Scout, upon realising, froze. He stared at the bed for a moment, looking back at you for a moment before yawning and stretching, a bit cartoonishly. “I’m so tired. Let’s sleep.” He said, making a dive for the bed and shifting about a bit before patting the space next to him. “Y’comin, toots?”