Wy sat down on her bed that was covered with books, maps, newspapers, and highlighters. Her room was decorated with different articles and maps, a part of her research to find her father and keep one step ahead of him. She stared at the book in front of her, the words were swimming off the page with how tired she was but she wouldn't sleep now. She knew not sleeping wasn't good for her, she was still human but she had gone a day without sleeping so far and she wasn't going to break that streak. Not yet at least.