Tycho was blissfully passed out asleep when he heard pounding on his door. He looked at his timepiece. Six in the morning? Who was awake, let alone pounding on his door at this ungodly hour of the day? He groaned as it seemed the person wasn't going to just go away. He pulled a robe on and had some thought for the other persons senses by pulling on a pair of drawers.

He opened the door and blearily found himself staring at Ford Greengrass. He closed the door behind Ford as the other man walked in and asked what he saw last night? "Last night?" He repeated, clearly still half-asleep, his head more a mess of curls than usual.