Moving his other hand on the mattress, Layton grabbed his palmtop, rested somewhere on the bed, and moved its screen in front of his eyes.
"It's 5:30. I barely slept for an hour and a half..." the young janitor still thought, sitting on the mattress and continuing to touch his forehead, ready to get out of bed.
After a few minutes contemplating his psycho-physical state, having almost arrived the time to meet with Faith and report the incident of the previous day to Sam, Layton decided to get up and prepare for what would be a long day.
He put on his shoes and walked to the bathroom, while all the other crew members in the dorm slept blissfully, snoring and producing all kinds of noises, including that of small intermittent flatulences.
Layton entered the bathroom and closed the door, which, being made up of normal white wood, reminded him of that of Klein's office, who died the day before his eyes.
