The lawyers, including twenty-five assigned to the case by Skadden, gradually drifted to nearby hotels, leaving behind the half-eaten sandwiches, paper cups, and stale coffee that ever adorn these legal Woods tocks. Milmoe kept drafting. lie penciled in revisions as a dwindling band of lawyers stood at his shoulder, mumbling suggested changes, and the printer hummed like a sleeples cat. Sometime after 4 A.M., his mind still ringing with Flom's admonition not to let the deal fall through, Milmoe tumbled onto the gray fabric couch in his office and slept.