The next day, Devika awoke reluctantly, looking haggard. Last night had not been good. Who knew a city at night could be so noisy? Honking and people still on the streets, and she could swear, just swear she heard a gunshot at one point. She struggled through her morning routine, then slowly made her way to where the kitchen was. 

"Please tell me there's coffee..." She pushed her glasses up and yawned huge, exhaustion written all over her.