Farfarello nodded a little, but narrowed his lone eye at Crawford slightly, "Don't strain yerself.. If they're fuckin' with ya, don't push the visions too much. Believe it or not, some people get by just fine without needin' to see the future."

With that, the Irishman finished his scalding hot coffee in one swallow and put the mug down, stretching a little, "I'm gonna get a couple more hours of sleep while I can. Wake me up if ya need me." Farfarello waved half-heartedly and walked toward his room, pretty well just falling on his bed and letting himself fall asleep quickly.