[ Now he actually turns over and ends up with the shirt right across his face, muffling the swearing as he shoots upright. ] Oh come on how late is it? You can't let me--
[ Blink. This isn't the dorm. ] Sleep--
[ That didn't sound like Index. ] In peace--
[ Click goes the lamp, and he squints against the light as he looks around for the source of the voice. ] ...huh?