Perhaps it was the labour he had subjected himself to do. Since he got fever. Weakness. Fatigue. Came down from the clouds.

Yet in two days, he was back on his feet completely.

***

A bit fatigued but refreshed Led had found himself upon making the first step out of his room by himself and wandering, half-leaning on the wall, to some place - any place just to get away from his compartment. The latter had as if marred his rational judgement and concentration; with rooms he often associated the feelings they gave, like one of ignorance in his condo back in America or the familiar one of downheartedness often occurring in the library. Often back in the days he felt invigorated back there, yet now... - everything had dissolved, like steam from a kettle, when he failed, over a span of two weeks, to deduce at least some explanation which could've helped the mission... Perhaps he had been too fatigued, or the latter's objective had been and was too intricate, too complex and simply impossible for human produce to comprehend, thus rendering him, a broke meek graduate, helpless in discovering something useful.

Withal this was not the day he succumbed unconditionally. Led was in a new place, both mentally and physically, hence he wouldn't dare to complain about the non-existence of yet another pity party. He was over with doubt, over with breaking apart, over with excessive indulgence in that sickly sweet of self-loathing - off with it! Open to struggling. This was not the day he gave up the reins, even if failure would incessantly occur and he'd have nothing to look forward to. He shouldn't be complaining, he reminded himself with inordinate fervour, weighing down himself with every landing of his foot against the high-strength alloy steel. He made a few more steps and gritted his teeth. The dizziness increasing with each step felt real.

Despite all odds, the contusion-like feeling abruptly dissipated, as if it hadn't been there at all. Led almost tripped over the little threshold built in at the end of the corridor. Screeched to a halt. Moderate noise. Milling his pace of breath, he realized he was standing before a crossway.

Still scrolling through the memories of the strange fatigue and its abrupt dissolution in his fuzzy head, the young man stumbled to the right. His steps became firmer. He ventured in that direction, not expecting to see anything extraordinary out there.

Led roughly plopped onto the pillows with a tired kind of satisfaction in his legs - the kind you'd get after an extremely exhausting day of running errands. He had gotten back without being seen. The sub sure held many means of entertainment, he thought before someone opened the door.

***

There were 30 compartments in the sub in total. 20 of them were owned by scientists and officers, and 5 were dedicated to technical, purveyance and sanitary reasons. A couple were reserved for emergency shelter. But the last 3 were built solely for entertainment purposes, which made the Mischievous Soul one of the most innovative and neoteric submarines in the 2030s.

Firstly, there was the spa and pool section. You would have thought that a pool, a body of still water wouldn't be possible to maintain in an actively moving space; however, the atmospheric pressure outside the sub was enough for the water to be held down, and for it to be so when the moving stopped. There was also a sauna, a Hammam (a Turkish bath) and other amenities from cultures around the world.

Secondly, passengers often frequented the penultimate restaurant/bar section, a spacious establishment of considerable size, with various establishments. There were two floors in total, the lower being the restaurant, the lower being the restaurant and the higher - the bar. The entirety of the two-story saloon was elegantly decorated in what seemed to be some kind of classic noir fashion glazed with just a touch of futurism. The one distinct feature it maintained was that 24/7, no matter the time of day at the surface of the Earth, it always gave off a pleasant evening atmosphere, be it at 6 or 2 o'clock in the morning. The restaurant usually possessed a mild early 8 pm setting, while the bar captured a darker late-midnight setting.

Consequently, the place bore the name "Eternal Nights".

That was where he was going now.