Somehow, I ended up sleeping in front of my tent rather than in it. Just as well, though, as the whistle woke me up. I caught a glimpse of Erion running over to his trusty chocobo, and Arus heading into the command tent. I didn't really feel like moving right now, but I somehow managed to shuffle there. [i]Dang tiredness... I wanted to show that I'm ready and willing to attack stuff, dang it![/i] I thought as my feet slowly made it to where we all needed to be right now. It was midnight, or perhaps later, I couldn't really tell given my state of mind. Once I actually got to the tent, my main focus was just trying to get rid of this stupid tiredness. I knew there had to be a reason that the whistle was blown... people don't just blow that thing as a prank, and if they did, they're probably going to be in a lot of trouble as a result. I eventually got back to my usual, energetic self, and looked around for anyone I recognized. My short size worked as a disadvantage, and I couldn't really see over anyone's head... it really didn't help that I ended up at, or near the back row. [i]What in the world is this about? Are we under attack? If we are, how come I didn't see anyone on my way here? Oh, right, I was tired and probably not paying attention... maybe I should make sure these people aren't zombies, now that I think about it.[/i] I think as I try to make absolute sure that the person, or, rather, that the Viera in front of me was not a zombie. She didn't appreciate that, but I did end up confirming that, in fact, she was still alive.