You trudged sleepily out of your room, rubbing your eyes as you walked. The sound of your mag boots was all you could hear — the Roci was eerily quiet.

You eyed the coffee maker, debating. You probably weren’t going to fall back asleep anyway, right? A little early morning coffee wouldn’t hurt.

“Hey peanut, what are you doing up?” Amos asks from behind you, a crooked smile on his face as you whip around, startled, to face him.