It's around 7:30 when I finish some spiced pumpkin soup. I turn to Noah who was still out cold on my table. I sigh as I approach. I put my hand on his shoulder and shake him slightly, "Noah?" He doesn't respond. I shake his shoulder a little harder, "Noah?" He winces slightly as he opens his eyes, still looking dazed. However, though he is dazed, it seems he still can recognise his surroundings...and recognise me. His eyes soften when they see me and he smiles, "My angel, how are we this fine ...