>>5971718Well, Marty's stuff belongs to Marty. You're not sure if you can even find him, so it's probably best to leave it here. Who knows? He might return someday. Anyhow, it's getting dark; before you know it, the sky is a deep shade of obsidian black. There are few stars on this lone night, but the hooked moon hangs high up among the clouds, its silver light piercing through the window. You take a deep breath, sit down, lean against the bed frame, and shut your eyes. (It's not nice to sleep on other people's bed without permission, after all). A few minutes later, you drift off into slumber.