Andrew wasn't very tired due to the fact that he had gotten a couple hours of sleep on the flight from Britain, but had a slight headache due to the crying babies and the annoyance in the bathroom. Why couldn't everything just go right for one trip? That was pretty much all he asked for in the first place. "Alright," he said, completely ignoring her statement about magic "let's get to bed, and see what we can find tommorow."
3 hours later
Andrew woke up, the room somewhat dark because of the closed curtains. He rubbed his eyes slightly, trying to help himself wake up to see what time it had been. When he postitioned himself so that his weight was balanced on his two elbows, he looked at the small alarm clock posititioned to the left of him and checked the time. 3 hours had only past. He sighed slightly, feeling as if he couldn't get one more second of sleep, and pushed himself up so that his torso didn't touch the bed. He grabbed his two magic gauntlets from the bedside and walked out of the room, wearing his fresh clothes that he had put on before the nap.
He stood out in the hallway, looking at some other people that walked about on their own buisness and knocked on Mari's door. He knocked pretty loud so that way she could hear it, even if she were in a coma. "Come on Mari..." he muttered softly, his gauntlets cleverly disguised as fingerless biking gloves.