13.2 NOT ACCORDING TO PLAN 2

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Not that I could see anything, since the lights were off, and my windows are tinted. It was soundproofed, too, so even though it was two in the morning and in a city like Hong Kong no one ever sleeps (they used to only say that about New York, but all human cities are like that nowadays), I was spared the noises outside. In such a dark and quiet environment, I should be asleep.

But how could I sleep after what happened with Jester?