Wesley had lost track of time. By the time he had finishing filing up reports and making notes over his last assigment, he glanced at the clock and sighted, knowing he would not get any sleep for at least a couple of hours - too much coffee refills.
Picking up a book he had been meaning to read he headed for the parlor, hoping to pass the time with some reading until sleep arrived. As he walked in he noticed someone already there, sitting by the fire.