When he awoke the room was light. He was on Lorenzo’s leather couch and there was a dull pounding in his head.
“Good morning,” said Lorenzo. “That Sufurja had you out like a light.”
Alexander rubbed his eyes and promptly closed them against the brightness of the daylight pouring in through the wall of glass.
“Do those things have curtains?” he asked.
“The light too bright?” asked Lorenzo.
Lorenzo walked across the room and Alexander heard a quiet whirring sound. He could tell without looking that the room was growing darker.
“Thank you,” he said. “Can I have some water, please?”
“Certainly. I have a glass right here.”
Alexander took the glass. “I’m going to need more than a glass,” he said.
Lorenzo laughed. “I’ll get some sent up.” He sat down on the couch next to Alexander and re
