By the time Iver left Magnetic Hammer's place, dawn was almost breaking.
He hadn't even realized how much time had passed. In the end, what reminded him was Magnetic Hammer's comment: "You hungry? How about we go out for something to eat, then grab a few stronger drinks?"
Magnetic Hammer had also been drinking until morning yesterday, then slept until the afternoon. He was full of energy now, and after breakfast, he could go find William and fish.
Iver had no choice but say, "I think I'll go back and get some rest." He turned down the invitation on the spot, then went upstairs to find Sherlock.
The previous night's room arrangements had been for Jack to sleep in the master bedroom on Magnetic Hammer's bed, leaving the room for Sherlock and Iver. Lily had gone to Hai Na's room and slept with her.
In the end, this was the only way they could arrange things. Even if Lily could share a room with Iver, Hai Na and Sherlock couldn't sleep together.
When he returned to the room, Iver was surprised to find that Sherlock still hadn't gone to sleep.
Or perhaps he had already slept once... But when Iver entered, Sherlock, dressed in pajamas, was seriously hunched over the table, writing and drawing.
Seeing this, Iver nearly burst out laughing.
It looked far too much like a child setting up a desk to do his homework...
Hearing the door open, Sherlock glanced back coldly. When he saw it was Iver, he ignored him and turned back to continue writing and drawing.
"What are you writing?"
Iver casually closed the door and leaned over to take a look. "You haven't slept?"
He couldn't quite understand it. It looked like some kind of mind map—several words with lines branching out toward