Sleepless in Westchester (open to all institute people)
Middle of the night, unable to sleep again, Misha gave up trying to rest and resumed wandering the halls and sub floors of the mansion. He only had four or five hours before he was due at his mother’s for breakfast. If he didn’t get sleep soon, she’d see for herself he lied about sleeping. If it wasn’t so cold, he’d make the rounds outside.

He ended up in the rec room and put a movie in, something from the B grade horror flick collection. Some mutant killer vegetable action was just what he needed to take his mind off things, or at least fool it for a couple of hours.