"What do you say we call it a night?" say I, glancing furtively at the three soiled dinner plates and cutlery on the tray on top of the desk.
"Anyone feel like a snack?" says Carl.
"What do you have in mind?" says Francois. "Yikes, it's almost eleven."
"Cheese and crackers downstairs?"
"Not a bad idea", say I, still feeling wide awake and a bit peckish for some reason. "Just for a couple of minutes anyway."
Carl picks up the tray with the dirty plates and leads us to the door. "You know", he says, "We're due for another reading of Cosme's journal. Maybe Jesús and Aaron arre still around"...
"Not at this hour", says Francois, as we all move into the corridor. "It's late and almost past our bedtime...."
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