Two 'o clock and I wish that I was sleeping/ You're in my head like a song on the radio

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Sleep refused to come, and Lockon had surrendered. With Haro in tow, he left the Plotmey and walked the quiet halls of the Chalice. Here at least he could be awake, without being under the eyes of Miss Sumaragi and the others, and since this ship was so much larger, there was certainly more corridors to pace in.
Lockon had his hands in the pockets of his well fitting jeans, and despite that this little outing was happening in the middle of the night, he found it all rather comforting. Maybe the chalice wasn't as bad as he made it out to be. After all, the other Meister's seemed to like it over here just fine.

For a moment he entertained the thought of going to Allelujah's quarters. But it was long past 2 am now, certainly he would be sleeping. And it didn't seem like a good idea to wake up Allelujah for anything short of an emergency. So he pushed the thought away, and kept on walking.


Who else is up at this hour?