"Aren't we going home?" Sophie Wexler asked, looking doubtfully at the unfamiliar route ahead.
'Shouldn't we be heading home right now? We could hang out for a bit, and then I could help him cleanse his Spiritual Sea.'
'So where are we going now?'
"Are you tired?"
Sophie Wexler shook her head. She wasn't particularly tired; it was still just the afternoon.
"If you get tired, you can take a nap," Cillian Forrest said.
At first, Sophie Wexler didn't understand what he meant. But as the aircraft continued on its course and time slowly passed, fatigue and drowsiness began to creep in. Sophie initially tried to fight it, propping her head up and bobbing slightly, since she was the one who had claimed she wasn't tired.
'You can't fall asleep, Sophie!'
However, about ten minutes later, lulled by the incredibly comfortable environment, Sophie Wexler successfully fell asleep.
