Dane looked back at Reggie, his eyes pulling off the complex.
Behind him, he saw an stuffed chair, complete with ottoman, that sat unoccupied.
In a moment, he wondered when the last time he'd slept was, and couldn't remember. For Dane, in space, sleep came calling whether it was needed or not. It's how he'd always been - its what had drawn him to space so long ago. Heh...long ago...it was only a year...
...a year...jeez...has it only been that long...?
He shook his head, alluva sudden weary and tired. He looked Reggie in the eyes.
"I cant remember the last time I slept...i think im gonna try and catch a bit...could you do me a favor? Wake me when it's time, ok?"
With that, he got up, and fell into the chair, put one leg up, leaned his head back, and gazed into the distant blue horizon. His mind drifted to his old home, Los Angeles, and again...he could swear...he smelled the ocean.
The last thing he thought of, before falling into a deep sleep...was that this was the first time he'd ever fallen asleep, so fast, on the ground. It was the first time in his life.