Private Gregory Davis was sleeping in. Big time. It was nearly eleven o'clock and he hadn't gotten out of bed yet. He was awake but it still counted as far as he was concerned, staring at the glowing red numbers on the clock and wondering if he'd make it until one undisturbed.

It didn't happen.

"Davis, c'mon man, you can't sleep all day," said Ohio from the other side of the door.

"Yes I can," Davis replied stubbornly. "I have a new cot. It's nicer than my old cot. It doesn't smell like cats. It's much easier to sleep on."

Ohio was quiet for a minute. "Your old cot smelled like cats?"

"Yes."

"...Um, that's... interesting..."

Davis pulled his sheet over his head again.

"You mean he's still asleep?" said a second voice in the hall, Jake this time.

"He's awake alright, just in denial about it," Ohio replied. Then he spoke to Davis again. "C'mon, we need to go make sure everything's up to code."

"Why?" Davis whined.

"Because I said so," Holcomb's voice added. "Don't make us break the door down, Davis, because I can and I will."

It was a bluff. Everybody that knew anything about Holcomb would have known it was a bluff, but Davis got up anyway. His record wasn't worth the trouble.

"Okay, fine, I'm up," he grumbled, coming out into the hall.

They had arrived somewhere around midnight and everybody was just glad to stagger in and lie down in their rooms, which seemed to be in the same place as before though they smelled new. Other than that, they hadn't looked at the rest of the base.

First they inspected the control room, and found it to be an almost exact replica of the old one, down to A-BOB standing quietly in a corner plugged to the generator to recharge his battery. The only differences were the slightly less dirty concrete and the systems were actually something close to modern. Holcomb opened the wall box and checked to see if there was still a self-destruct button. There was. Nobody ever said the Green Army was very smart.

"Davis?" he said.

"Yeah?"

Holcomb pointed to the button. "For future reference, DO NOT TOUCH."

"Yes, sir."

Their individual quarters were the same, the almost prison-level basic furniture was the same, and they moved out into the main room to find that their cheap table was a slightly darker shade of off white than before but otherwise the same make and model.

"I miss the old table already," Davis grumbled.

The storage room was still big, the toilet and shower were still small but a bit less corroded, and the roof was the same too. With a little help from memory of their long-time residence, they found the building was sitting at the precise angle the old one had been. There were still scores in the canyon floor from random bits of base shrapnel, but it wasn't that noticeable.

Somehow, it was nice to find things were almost as they had been before.

"Well," said Ohio, hands behind his head and a satisfied grin on his face as he looked out over the canyon floor, "back to the old grind."

Jake rolled her eyes and pushed him over the side.