God, I hate mornings.
We noticed. Personally, I find it the best part of the day.
Ah, me too.
[sighs] We all have our cross to bear.
The time I really learned to appreciate mornings was during the three years I spent being taught by Jesuits. [His voice drops to a near-whisper, and Ivanova starts to nod off.] We used to get up at five o'clock every morning for sunrise mass. Then an hour of meditation before class. We would sit, quiet, at peace. [Her eyelids are getting heavier.] Breathing in, breathing out. Breathing in, breathing out. [She's out cold.] Breathing in, breathing out. [Sinclair winks at Garibaldi, and the chief swaps their just-started breakfasts with dirty, empty dishes, but leaves Ivanova's untouched.]
Well!
[snapping awake] What?
Oh, that was great! Boy, just hit the spot! [to Sinclair] I see you cleaned your plate too! Guess I'd better get going.
Me too, it's nearly seven-thirty.
Sev--seven-thirty? I...I didn't even...I slept through breakfast? This isn't fair! It's n...
Something, Lieutenant Commander?
No! Nothing, I'm fine! I'm fine, you'll have to excuse me. [into her link] C&C, this is Ivanova! I realize I'm late, but I'm on my way! [She runs out, and Garibaldi swaps the dishes back.]
I'll notify your next of kin. [picks up his tray and leaves]
Four...three...two...one...
[out in the corridor, shouting] AUGH! GARIBALDI, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!
