Zechs was in the master bathroom, which unfortunately for his privacy, was connected to the bedroom. He had forgotten himself and left the bedroom door open as he retrieved painkillers. Currently Zechs was laying them out - two aspirin, vitamin B, and a tiny caffeine pill - a small hangover cure kit. Systematically, he swallowed them with a tiny glass of water, then ran a comb through his hair, hoping to restore his immaculate appearance.

The bedroom was still a mess, of course. Smashed glasses, other bits of broken furniture and equipment were scattered about in his rage the night before. As this was a pre-furnished apartment supplied by Rufus, Zechs made a note to himself to repay the man personally for anything he had destroyed. It was only the proper thing to do.

Today, Zechs was feeling considerably calmer, if only because he had slept dreamlessly. He also had a plan of action. Tyki was alive. Once he had built the ZERO system, he could figure out what he could do from there. He wasn't helpless any longer.

... Where was the boy, anyway?