We tried to sleep.
I made it approximately two hours before my brain decided that rest was optional and started replaying every possible way the next seven gates could kill us.
Azryth lasted three hours before I felt him give up through the binding and get out of bed.
By dawn, we were both in the common room reviewing Tokyo data with the kind of focus that suggested sleep was a luxury neither of us could afford right now.
Mara found us first, looking about as well-rested as we felt. "Couldn't sleep either?"
"Nope," I said.
"Same," she muttered, claiming the chair across from us with her scanner already active. "Kept thinking about seven gates and eight possible fragments and how we almost died in one."
"Exactly my problem," I agreed.
