Andre sat down in the easy chair and closed his eyes. He wasn't truly sleeping; it was a rest mode, like the monitor of a computer turning black after a set amount of time. But for something that could process many things a second, it was a long night. By the time Sophia was awake, Andre was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. "Good morning, Sophia," he greeted. "I have prepared breakfast for you." It was an omelette, with cheese, bacon, and peppers, mushrooms, and tomatoes, as well as some toast, a glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee.