But there was a more important question against which her tired mind had no defenses.

Lost, my tired mind supplied, with all the blood that had been taken.

His tired mind was not up to the simple arithmetic.

Then, from somewhere in my tired mind came the realization that I was still ahead.

She stared at it for a long moment, her mind tired and blank.

His tired mind sought to make sense of the panels.

The voice on the other end seemed vaguely familiar to her tired mind, but she could not quite place it.

She searched her tired mind for his name and found it.

It was familiar She forced a tired mind to put name to face.

He began to chant, to keep his tired mind clear.