The deep booming sound echoed silently through his thought, then again, louder this time, once more and he could actually feel it. Taylor slowly opened his, it was pitch black quiet, aside from the sound of his fan spinning. The noise boomed again from his apartment door, and he sat himself up in the comfort of his own bed, clicking the light on and dragging himself out of the bed. “Did we wake from your beauty sleep?” “Oh” Taylor responded emotionlessly, “Wyatt, just know I’m too tired to respect you with an insult right now. What do you and the wonder squad want?”