It was just after two o'clock in the morning, most people had long gone home, and were now far away in dream land. But that was not the case for one Derek Haven.
He was wide awake in his top floor office. The view from the window was spectacular, but he did not see it, and even if had, he would not have had it in him to enjoy it. Derek did not enjoy anything any more, the lack of sleep had slowly, but surely robbed him of that ability.
Which was why so early in the morning, or late at night, depending on who you asked, Derek was still awake, stuck at his desk at work, and staring at a his computer screen without really seeing it. On the few occasions when something did make it through to him, he could not even understand it. All that he saw was letters jumbled up, and graphs, and pie charts that did not make any sense.
