The steal doors open and the cold air from the inside of the building pushes into the night blowing chills across my cheeks. I pull up the time on my communicator, 230 a.m and I think its time for another cup of coffee. There is a small room with a coffee machine in the corner. The warmth of my chest when it hits is like it's warming my soul. Jillian is standing in the door way holding some files when I turn and look at her. " No rest for the wicked huh?" she asked " I don't sleep much these days anyways" I gave her a smile. She's not bad on the eyes and has a warm smile that reminds me that maybe this planet hasn't completely gone to shit. Maybe one day...