Despite such considerations, one other roommate roams the quiet lobby seeking a late-night walk. His hair is mussed with not-sleeping and he's carrying his cellphone; he can only focus on beta testing the yimo prototype for so long before his eyes start to glaze over. Tenn stifles a yawn, both hands occupied with scrolling through picture albums. But a light in the sitting area catches his attention, and Tenn sidles up beside the chair.

"Couldn't sleep?" Again. Not that Tenn is pointing fingers. He hasn't had this much anxiety since six years ago when he was staring up at unfamiliar ceilings... best not think about that now, so he glances at the reading material.

"I hope the books have been of help." Tenn wasn't much help besides pointing out this or that author. Most of the theories in the volumes still go over his head, but he’s coming to grasp the subject a little more each day.