There's a kind of tired where even

coffee

doesn't work.

This was one of Imogen's favorite times to drink a coffee. So long as she didn't need to do anything. In this case she didn't. Jack -- acting as Keith acting as an Englishman -- was driving and seemed to have all the energy in the world.

There was something satisfying about drinking a caffeinated beverage even if it wasn't going to do anything. This time she drank a warm cup of coffee and let the warmth of the 

sun

massage her eyelids through the windshield. The warmth was almost uncomfortably hot.

She didn't know when she would awake. It could be an hour later but feel like eight had passed. Or she could wake up after sunset and feel like no time had passed at all. It all depended on how she dreamed.

The music had been turned down. Jack acting as Keith was such a gentleman. 

Imogen Howe

thought of how she might dream as her consciousness became blurred.

She wouldn't try to stay awake. An image was coming as the darkness came. The sun tainted the darkness' hue. The image was of a brick building. She didn't recognize it but she knew it was somewhere in 

Westcity

.