*on land*

"this is no good. i'm so used to slping less than 6 hours a day that i cant slp any hours longer than that!" sighed little strong as she sat on her bed and wondered how she could do her research with the lack of slp.

"never mind that for now. i should go look at the others and see what they are doing." then little strong went out of her room.

first she encountered little cloud who was on her way back to her room as she forgot to bring her power cells out. "dear me, i forgot to bring my power cells out! there wouldnt be enough power to cluster!" said little cloud as she left in a hurry.

next she met old horse who preached to her the importance of having slp (imagine telling that to a Bedtime Analyst). "it is impt to slp more, you are the Bedtime Analyst, you SHOULD know that."

then she saw big uncle sitting in the common room reading the daily rattlings of a poet. not again, little strong thought..

just at this moment, little fat came along, after meeting the lab's frequent visitor, little pan. after saying hi, little fat rushed back to her room.

"seems like everyone is busy with their stuff. i'm the only one who is wasting away." little strong sighed and headed back to her room.

"land at last! finally i can have a good nite's slp!" little strong exclaimed excitedly as she peeped out of the little window in her bunk..

Living in the submarine for the past few months, little strong has lost countless nites of sleep, thanx to the constant humming from the machine room. As the Bedtime Analyst, losing sleep has caused little strong much disruptness to her research on sleep. Nevertheless, with land in sight, soon the submarine will emerge from waters and the research team will proceed onto land.