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When he wakes up, it's still dark - dark, but light enough that the stars aren't quite visible anymore. Nevertheless, he takes a moment, still prone on the ground, eyes open, searching the pale-dawn-sky for --

For nothing.

He moves to his feet, smoothly but with a hint of pain. Crouches, does a quick series of stretches.

He rummages through his bag, quietly enough not to wake those nearest him - a good twenty feet away, under a tree - and starts discarding what isn't useful anymore. He'll leave as soon as the gates open.