"What time is it?" Zoe Pierce asked with a yawn when she saw Miles Sherman glance at his Intelligent Brain.
Miles Sherman said, "It's still early. 7 AM."
Zoe Pierce hadn't gotten to sleep until nearly 2 AM last night, so he was surprised she was already awake.
The windows, which had a special coating, could be set to adjust light refraction. In sleep mode, the room was pitch-black, making it impossible to tell the time.
Hearing she'd only slept for five hours, Zoe Pierce slowly lay back down. She was still exhausted.
'I thought I'd have a headache,' she mused, 'especially after drinking so much.'
But in reality, she felt perfectly fine.
Lying under the covers, she looked at Miles Sherman, who was sitting up, and asked, "Where is everyone?"
Miles Sherman lay back down as well, facing her. "I locked them out."
'For real? Would Miles really do something like that?'
She blinked, her gaze flicking to the door. It was indeed shut.
