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Clocks and watches being what they are in the mansion, it's impossible to get any more accurate than "the middle of the night". Light is fast asleep on the floor of his own room, wrapped in spare blankets and sheets, curled on some futon's poor relation that pulled out of a bag.

Something has made him twitch almost awake at intervals, but he can sleep through a very great deal. At the moment, he's flying, ghostlike, through one floor of the mansion after the next.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels.]]