At 2 AM, the house was enveloped in complete silence. John slowly woke up, groggily stretching as he realized he was thirsty. Rubbing his eyes, he muttered to himself, “Shit… where’s the water bottle?” He looked around in the darkness, the dim kitchen light casting long shadows. The silence felt heavier at this hour, and he had no intention of waking anyone up. As his hand fumbled on the counter, his sleepy brain couldn’t quite focus, and he felt around for his water bottle, only to find it empty.John (half asleep, frustrated): "Great... empty. Now I gotta wake up for