The night is young, the rest is up to you.

The eternal night of the underworld had taken its toll on March's sleep schedule. A century had passed since she started to try to fall asleep, and she had so consistently turned her pillow that there was no longer a cool side.

She stepped out into the hallway, hoping that a night walk would help alleviate her insomnia. Then, In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of gray hair, moving away.

March pursued her quarry with all the stealth a girl with bright pink hair can muster. Which is very little. Her slippers concealed the sound of her footsteps on the staircase as she followed Stelle up to the roof.

March carefully pushed open the rooftop access door. Mindful of the chock that kept it propped open as to not lock herself out.

March caught a glimpse of Stelle in the dim glow of the luminescent Geomarrow that lit the underground. The soft golden glow made Stelle look... incredibly pretty.

She fumbles at her side for a second for a camera. Turning off the flash and moving the exposure slider a moment. Taking aim at the girl leaning against the rooftop vent.

The shutter noise broke the silence of the peaceful scene.

Stelle turned to the source of the sound and smiled.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"It's not morning! And I am not a sleepyhead!"

"Says the girl still in her pajamas."

March 7th cannot dispute the fact that she is a sleepyhead any longer. Stelle took immense satisfaction in this fact.

"This patio is nice..."

"Yeah, I wish I had known about this place before filling out the review card."

"Review card?"

"You know, on the desk in your room?"

"Hotels start to look the same the more you stay in them. I used to take photos of every one I stayed with on our journey but it was a really, really boring series."

"Especially when I could just point my camera out of the window of the Astral Express and always get a beautiful shot."

"I'd love to see those photos."

"Of the hotels? Why?"

"Sometimes repetitious mundanity is nice. Knowing that no matter where you are in the universe, some constants remain the same. Like those little bottles of shampoo, and those square ersatz soaps, and the free towels you can take with you."

"You sure about that last bit?"

Stelle looks genuinely baffled before responding "Yeah? Why else would they leave them in the room like that?"

March has to ask; "...Did you steal the towels from Goethe Grand?"

"Considering that we got arrested afterwards. Think they owe us one.."

"Wait, Is that why I saw a maid run screaming out of the hallway from your room?"

Stelle pauses, briefly considering how to explain it "No, no. That's unrelated."

March radiates concern, "What exactly happened?"

"I'm afraid I can't talk about this matter with anyone other than a licensed interstellar exorcist."

"I think I'm going to go get some sleep."

March turns back to face Stelle, the taller girl had her phone out, carefully aiming it. A shutter noise sounded from the phone's speakers. "Capturing a mundane moment?"