Everything has an end. And the end to a very tense day charged with all kinds of emotions came and went. Now it was a brand new day.
Noah got up from bed, did his morning routine, bath and brushing, brushed his white templed hair back and went outside his room.
He'd realized over the past few days that he was waking up too early. Knight's training probably. Months of predawn routines in a medieval timeline had rewired something in him that hadn't gotten the memo about coming home. The facility at this hour was different from how it was during the day, quieter in a way that felt almost reverent, the corridors lit at half capacity, the coordination center running on skeleton staff, the dock outside the viewports dark except for the facility's external lights touching the harbor floor.
He wandered.
