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Neo suddenly felt not-tired.Jack Traven slept on the floor of the common room that night. He did not intend to get into one of thebeds, because that would mean that he was going along with the sadistic little games of whoever ranthis place. The last thing he wanted was to give them that satisfaction.Conor got a bed.**No one at Kenselton Facility noticed either way. There were thousands of surveillance cameras all overthe hotel, and hiring staff to watch all of them would just be a waste of money. Besides, most of themjust ended up playing Minesweeper or Spider Solitaire or writing fan fiction when they were supposed tobe working.Conor shut the door to his room and just stood there for a moment with his hand against it, looking at itin the dim light that seeped through from the corridor.He swallowed, shook his head, then left the door and pulled off his jacket. He chucked it over the chairand climbed onto the bottom bunk bed. Sheets, pillow, blanket. He lay there staring out into the rest ofthe room. Voluntary imprisonment, he thought. What was he doing here; why wasn't he out there tryingto get out...He rolled over fitfully in his bed. Weariness crept up on him and blurred thoughts of escape.He fell asleep shortly after and dreamt of corridors that had no end, running up and down through roomsand stairwells, past endless doors and windowless walls until he woke up in a claustrophobic sweat;only to drift back to sleep once more, and forget.