The lights flick back on just as I finish my apple. I put my bookmark at page 325, close the book, and throw my apple core into the trash can as I walk through the door.
I walk through the hallway, contemplating taking my A-10 for a fly, before shrugging it off. I pass a man and woman talking in the hallway before turning a corner and ending up at the door to my quarters.
Digging through my pockets, I groan and find a hole in my right pocket, where I keep my keys to my quarters. I decide to head to the firing range and slip my book under the door, before pulling out my pistol and walking outside.