Celine woke to the sound of her daughter's cries. Instead of getting up immediately she curled into herself, groaning softly. Evelyn had woken her up every night this week, and it was really starting to wear on the young mother. She couldn't be too upset at her child though. The babe was only a few months old, with health issues. 'Maybe I can have William look after her this once', she thought twisting into the warmth of the sheets.

"Will, can you check on Evelyn?", her words muffled by the pillow she had firmly smashed into her face. She lay there for a few more seconds, expecting for the bed to shift as The Colonel got up, but there was no movement. The crying was getting louder.

She spoke louder this time, moving her face out of the pillow, "William, please. Just for tonight." Still no acknowledgment from her partner.

Celine twisted to face William's side of the bed, eyes still scrunched shut, she slapped her hand down, "Wake up." Her hand hit only the other side of the bed. The cold, empty other side of the bed. Finally she groggily opened her eyes, to see space beside her, void of The Colonel. The crying got louder.

She had no choice now, she had to be the one to look after their daughter. Before she stood though she spared on last glare at the empty space beside her, "Unbelievable."

Standing on sleep heavy legs, she stretched becoming immediately aware of the monstrous crick in her neck. Lord, she was going to be feeling that for at least another week. Where was Willam anyway? She remembered him having slipped into bed beside her, normally him leaving the bed would have woken her up. The crying got louder.

"Evelyn, don't worry! Mama's on her way." She called out, as she shuffled into the dark towards the general direction of her daughters screams, and promptly stubbed her toe.

She let out a string of curse words as she bent over massaging her damaged foot. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she was struck with a singular thought, there hadn't been a table there the last she had checked. She gritted her teeth, letting go of her still aching foot, and surveyed the room. She recognized nothing, not a single feature in the room. The crying got louder.

Panic seized her for a moment, before she remembered wherever she was, her daughter needed her. "Evelyn! Mama's coming!" Celine scrambled through the strange room, turning over every possible hiding spot, looking in every drawer, and every closest. She couldn't figure out which directions the screams were coming from, they were echoing, and over lapping one another, and her heart beat was pounding in her skull.

"William! William, please help me." He must be trying to pull a prank on her. He must have moved in new furniture in the night, somehow. He must be hiding with her daughter right now, thinking he was so funny. "William whatever the hell you are playing at it isn't funny! It isn't fucking funny! Just please bring me my baby, and I'll forgive you." The crying wouldn't stop.

Suddenly there was pounding at the door, "Dark? Are you alright in there?" It sounded like Mark. Did Mark have Evelyn? Was he trying to get back at her, did he think this was the way to do it? Torment her and her baby in the middle of the night?

Reinvigorated with new purpose, she stood and marched towards the door, not minding if Mark saw her destroyed. Not minding if he saw her face coated in tears, her hair in disarray, and panicked. Maybe if he got the satisfaction he'd finally leave her and her family alone. The crying just wouldn't stop.

Celine swung the door open, and was face to face with Mark… except not. He was dressed as a doctor, and was looking at her with shock and concern, something she didn't think Mark would feel for her ever again. His mouth worked silently for a few moments as they stared at each other, "Holy shit Dark. What the hell happened to you?" The doctor finally managed.

Numbly Celine peered around the not-Mark, and saw behind him were many more men. All of them looked just like Mark, all of them, the only difference between any of them was the levels of how ridiculous they looked. She spotted one in particular, with a mustache, and mischief in his eyes. William, but no, he wasn't William. He hadn't been for a long time she remembered. The crying still wouldn't stop.

She wasn't Celine, not anymore. He was Darkipiler, and that baby was long dead.

Slowly he looked back to Dr. Iplier's concerned face. He could see now that his little fit had woken them all up, and all of them were now standing outside his door. All of them. "Thank you Doctor, but I am perfectly fine. Goodnight." Dark heard himself say, as he closed the door ignoring the sounds of protest from the other egos. He locked the door.

The crying would never stop.