"Are you drunk?" Bard couldn't help but laugh and cry at these bizarre responses. He looked up at the other end of the cell and asked, "How is Major Moritz?"
"Hmph, he's just fine," Winters said with a tinge of annoyance. "He's gone back to sleep."
Bard was even more confused, "What's wrong with you? You seem to have suddenly taken a strong dislike to the Major."
Next to Bard, Andre slept soundly with his hat covering his face.
"Stretching it." Winters pushed Bard and Andre aside and heroically lay down on the ground: "Move your butt over and make some room for me too, I'm going to sleep for a bit as well."
With the fullness from the plant fibers and the slight intoxication from the alcohol, Winters quickly entered a state between sleep and consciousness; he could still perceive the sounds around him, but his consciousness was almost in chaos, and soon he would fall into a deep sleep.