Utterly Mad

Des stirs from his sleep, and grumbles something about a quickly fading dream. He opens his sleep-fogged eyes and finds that he'd fallen asleep on the floor of the bedroom, halfway to the bed. He didn't even bother to take his armor off, apparently. He sighs, and picks himself off of the soft carpeting and gets to his feet, the clanking of armor announcing his awakening. He stretches out his arms and yawns long and wide. Finally he rubs his stubbly chin and shakes his head to really wake him up, and he gets started on the new day.

Des picks his way around the various snoozing RV-mates in the cabin and slips out the back door with as much grace as a man wearing a bunch of road signs can. Shutting the side door behind him, he follows the sound of food and cooking to the tent where the company men ate. He slips into line and waits to receive the first hot meal of the day. The week, too, if he remembered correctly.