It was late. 2245 hours. Tyler had been laying in bed for at least an hour, tossing and turning. His mind had been racing, never sticking to one thought before jumping to another.

Finally he sat up in the bed. “Computer lights on dim.” The lights adjusted and he walked over to the dresser, removing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. He slid a pair of socks on his feet and jammed them into his gym sneakers.

Making his way out of his quarters, he walked to the turbolift. It was still strange for him to occupy the CSO quarters on Deck 4 rather than the old quarters he had down on Deck 27 since his arrival on Atlantis. He had always enjoyed the quiet of Deck 27 where the most crucial thing there was the shield generator, which occasionaly an engineer might come to perform maintenance on. Aside from that, it was mostly a living deck, and the rotating duty roster meant that the corridors were typically empty. Always a good thing when Tyler would have company of a more scandalous nature.

Deck 4 was quiet at this hour, and Tyler didn’t see anyone on his way to the lift. He stepped inside. “Deck seventeen.” He called out. His intention was to go to the gym, get a workout in, hopefully tire himself out. His mind was still racing, even as the turbolift stopped and he stepped out. He walked down the corridor for a bit, before stopping in his tracks. He stepped over to a wall panel and queued the computer. “Computer what is the location of Staff Sargent Hewson-Williams?”

“Staff Sargent Hewson-Williams is currently in his quarters,” The computer replied.

A few moments later Tyler found himself standing at Phil’s door. He paused for a moment, wondering what Phil might think of the late night call. He could always visit Relann and/or Jacen for a chat, but at this hour, he didn’t want to risk waking Sowyn.

Tyler reached out and pressed the chime. Preparing to apologize for waking Phil at such a late hour.

-Tyler Michael Wells