Katsuo twitches and wakes up, lifting is head from the short table. He quickly cleaned up the small line of drool coming from his mouth and looked around, trying to conceal his confusion.
Asleep, how long have I slept? I don't remember drinking any alcohol...
He looks at the table. The table had been cleaned up, and in place of food there were small leaflets wishing a happy new year and announcing promotional sales at a famous local supermarket from January 2 to Feb....
Katsuo - "Eh? EEEEHHHH? 821? I've slept through the new year?? Yabai, the commander will be pissed."
Picking up his stuff, the pilot stumbles his way to the waitress and hands a few bills to pay. Although a "long time customer", the waitress politely receives the money and bids farewell. Katsuo walks awkwardly to the mass transit station, his legs not completely recovered from the sleeping position.