Ken thought it was curious when Yukari took the floor instead of the bed, but he decided not to ask. The boy was too tired, to be honest. Instead, he collapsed into his desk chair and stared at the darken ceiling.

"Yeah..." replied Ken, although he honestly had no clue how much time had passed. He could never keep track of time when preoccupied; for all he knew, the scuffle could have lasted hours. Probably not, though, since the Dark Hour had yet to arrive.

"It must be ten or eleven," he mused. Not too long of a wait.