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Joaquin had gotten used to the idea that he was going to be stuck here for some time.
Of course, his sleep patterns hadn't settled at all, he didn't suspect they were ever going to, really. As soon as he was in a good old-fashioned deep REM sleep he'd jolt himself awake thinking he smelled smoke, or heard the bells, or any number of things.
Of course, being from 1887, he didn't have anyone around to diagnose it as extreme stress. Or some bizarre form of ADD or something.
Just at the moment he was settled near the fire, sipping a mug of coca and watching the flames.
Of course, his sleep patterns hadn't settled at all, he didn't suspect they were ever going to, really. As soon as he was in a good old-fashioned deep REM sleep he'd jolt himself awake thinking he smelled smoke, or heard the bells, or any number of things.
Of course, being from 1887, he didn't have anyone around to diagnose it as extreme stress. Or some bizarre form of ADD or something.
Just at the moment he was settled near the fire, sipping a mug of coca and watching the flames.