Drake sat at the desk in his room, fighting against yawns, his eyes scratchy. He was still getting by on less sleep than he needed and he could feel it was starting to impact on his ability to run the ship.
He still couldn’t think of any obvious way to change the shifts so those whose sleep was interrupted when he was asleep were changed frequently. At least, any way of doing it that wouldn’t soon alert Sonia, or someone else who was smart, to the fact the crew’s bad dreams mostly happened when he was asleep.
He took a sip from his coffee, ignoring the food Jacobs had brought for his breakfast. He didn’t feel hungry yet and what he was about to do was certain to wipe out his appetite for some time. He took another sip of coffee, then shook his head. Putting it off wouldn’t make it a
