3:01 a.m.
He stood there unmoving until a ward attendant came and took his arm an hour later to lead him off to the patients ' mess hall . * * * * * The sun set , darkness fell over the stilled hospital grounds and the ward lights winked out at nine o'clock , leaving just a single light burning in each ward office . A quiet wind sighed over the still-warm hills . At 3:01 a.m. , Thaddeus Funston stirred in his sleep and awakened . He sat up in bed and looked around the dark ward . The quiet breathing and occasional snores of thirty other sleeping patients filled the room . Funston turned to the window and stared out across the black hills that sheltered the deserted crafts building .