That Night – One Night Before
Michael couldn't have explained the cuts on his hands even if he had a reason to. The night was cold, and K.I.T.T.'s hood warm, so he lay down across the shimmering blackness and stared blankly at the indigo sky. Stars winked down at them, reflecting in the Trans Am's faultless alloys. K.I.T.T. was curiously still and it bothered Michael, but he was tired and didn't push a conversation that he knew he wouldn't be able to finish. Lights blinked on and off in various rooms as the copious personnel working for the Foundation got ready for bed. "Michaaaael." K.I.T.T. whispered, wondering if his companion had fallen asleep. "Yes, K.I.T.T.?" Michael asked sleepily. "Good night Michael." Replied the car. Michael sat up unexpectedly, going to bed suddenly seeming very inviting. However, to K.I.T.T.'s surprise and delight, he hopped from the hood and slid through the unlocked door and onto the driver's seat. Almost instantly, he was sound asleep.