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The door had not actually been locked, nor, in fact, fully closed. At the knock, it swung slowly open. Noah sat at his desk, his chin propped on one hand. He was studying. Yes. Studying. With his eyes closed. It was an advanced technique. Right.

Yes. Yes he was. Upon getting closer, Al might hear that Noah was actually emitting tiny awkward snores every few breaths. A cup of something that might have been coffee or tea sat on the desk, stone cold. Apparently Noah had been sitting here for some time.

The book was on rune theory, the text of a density and dryness sufficient to make one's eyes cross after only a few lines. The notebook that sat open under Noah's left hand contained several paragraphs of messily scribbled notes and a few sketches; the last line of writing devolved from messy into incoherent wriggles that weren't quite letters, and finally into a line that skidded off the page to where the pencil had fallen out of Noah's hand.

Noah didn't have much by way of personal possessions. The top drawer contained socks and underwear, the next one down a pair of jeans and a lone, sad-looking t-shirt. The third drawer was empty. The bottom drawer had two books tucked into the back corner, oddly separated from the ones lined up on the shelf.

Not rare books, but embarrassing ones. When turned over to show their covers, the books turned out to be garish-looking novels of the bodice-ripper genre. No wonder they'd been quietly tucked away in a bottom drawer. This would be excellent teasing material for weeks, maybe months.

Noah sighed in his sleep, but didn't wake yet; he started snoring again shortly.

The desk drawers contained a lot of nothing, except for some notebooks, paper, and pencils and pens in the top left drawer. An ipod from a few versions back lay next to those, out of battery power.

There were a few amateurish doodles here and there in the notebooks, but mostly they were actually full of notes and diagrams of various sorts. There was no journal to be found. The bed yielded a more interesting discovery, perhaps; there was an old, almost flat, and very worn-looking cat plushie tucked under the pillow. Average little secrets.

Noah jumped awake, flailed in startlement, lost his balance, knocked over his chair, and wound up in an undignified tangle on the floor. "Um," he said weakly, and blinked up at Al. "Did I fall asleep?"