[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Privacy? If Haakon had been one of faith, he could have thanked the gods for a brief moment at the thought of some privacy. Or more fitting, some time not being forced to be around [i]certain people[/i] in their company. Not that he would do very much other than sleep, but the escape from staring eyes and judging looks was more than he could have wished for after today's events. So when he steward announced that he would lead them to their rooms, he followed intently and kept close to Josephine. 

[Color=DF0101]"By the way, Jo, I hope you can get back to your film after all of this. I've been waiting for far too long for it to be finished."[/color] Haakon said, for a very specific reason. Walking up the stairs to where their rooms where, he kept on talking in a casual voice to her. [Color=DF0101]"It is going to be great. The script so far seems fine. However, I might have one quarrel with it. That scene where that guy wrotes a poem in the car..."[/color] 

The sight of armed soldiers standing guard would have been a welcoming, even comforting sight, hadn't it been for Haakon's nagging feeling of them being here to keep them in, and not the other way around. Not that he was about to escape the barracks, that would simply have been stupid, and he had never allowed himself to be stupid before...too many times...perhaps. [Color=DF0101]"It seems a little far fetched to me. Might be best to leave it out, don't you think? Keep things realistic. Keep it simple. People love that."[/color] The steward wished them a good night and promptly set off, while Aziza hugged Harry and bade them all a good night. Haakon smiled kindly back to her. [Color=DF0101]"Good night, Miss Tarek."[/color] Haakon looked at Harry as well, smiling at him and at Josephine, before entering his own room. [Color=DF0101]"Good night, Mr. Walsh. Good night, Jo. Sleep well, both of you."[/color] 

For the first time all that day, Haakon felt that he could close his eyes longer than five seconds without waiting for something to happen. As soon as his head landed on the pillow, he felt his body drift away into lightness. Then it got darker and even darker. He just wished Josephine knew what he had been talking about. After that, Haakon couldn't remember what he thought.