At some point, Steel fell asleep. He took care not to smudge his scribbles in the dirt. It wouldn't be bad to keep them around and fill in more when he could. Plus, he needed to keep this thoughts straight so he could talk to Lee later. He wondered if they could keep this act up for long. His thoughts must have been still troubled when he slept because he dream had him running in circles just like he was in his mind.

He dreamt about booted feet with straight army-style laces. He was running. Where? Everything around him was dark and he kept flashing back to the boots. They were chasing him, but for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. Suddenly he was sitting in a metal chair with far too straight of a back. The wood table in front of him held an assortment of papers, each arranged perfectly parallel to the next. A voice in the darkness beyond the table spoke. "This is your next mission...."

Steel woke with a shiver, not sure how long he'd been asleep. He couldn't place the voice from his dream, but it had him breaking out in a cold sweat. His body felt achy and crappy over all. His head hurt, not that he was surprised by this. He closed his eyes again and tried to sleep more. He doubted the rest of the dream would come, but he chased it anyway.