As Fionn drove back home, his mind was not settled. The fact that he had to deal with the chaos caused by the raid on the base in the west. At the same time, he had to look for a donor for his wife. It was all tiring.
The apartment was quiet as usual when Fionn stepped in.
It was past one in the morning. The city outside had long settled into a softer rhythm, the noise fading into distant hums and occasional passing cars.
He closed the door behind him quietly, loosening his tie as he stepped further in.
But he didn't get far. The lights were still on. Fionn paused. That alone told him something.
From the living area, soft sounds carried on pages flipping and keys tapping against a keyboard. Not loud, but steady enough to show that whoever was there wasn't planning on sleeping anytime soon.
