When Fisher woke up, the sky outside had already darkened. He rubbed his forehead wearily and soon squinted at the moonlight outside the window. It was only when getting up did he realize that a quilt had been draped over him at some point.
He was stunned for a second before turning his head to glance beside him, only to see a squarely shaped book lying sideways next to him, staring at him with dead fish eyes,
"Yo, you're awake?"
"..."
Fisher fell silent, ignoring the strange sense of déjà vu and resisting the urge to physically silence Emhardt by pulling him over. Instead, he rubbed his forehead, feeling the pressure on his body gradually ease. As he turned to get out of bed, he managed to anger Emhardt behind him to no end,
"Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have bothered with you! I cover you with a blanket, and you can't even say 'thank you.' You're such a scumbag!"
Fisher glanced back at him and suddenly remembered something. He addressed Emhardt,
