I hated nighttime.

It's dark. I can't see a thing.

And I would dream about what happened in the past.

As I've never been able to sleep from those reasons...

Ever since I came here, a lot of things happened and they soothed my anxiety.

That's why—

I thought that I might be able to sleep again, but...

In the end, I still can't sleep.

Morning, Atlanta.

... Morning.

What's the matter? Out of shape today I see, juvenile delinquent.

Zip it.