Mello woke; there was an eerie silence in the dormitory. What time was it? Late, that was all he needed to know, moving out of the bed and sneaking into the store cupboard where he hid his chocolate. He was having a late night craving, was it all the stress of what BB had done?
At least L had caught him, otherwise many of the impressionable young members of Wammy's might have gone copycat. That was the problem with this place, the residents of Wammy's house were extremely intelligent, socially rejected or psychotic, many had garnered all 3 of these traits.
Mello jumped at the small flash of light coming from the beds, he grabbed a couple bars of chocolate and ran through. It was only Matt with his DS; he approached the bed and sat on the end.
"Couldn't sleep too huh?" he queried, not expecting much of an answer.
"Can't sleep," replied Matt, "scared after that former resident went nuts."
"Maybe it's a good thing L got him when he did, any more murders and the pigs would have been snooping around Wammy's, you know we don't want that."
"Yeah, I guess your right Mello, but what has Wammy's got to hide anyway?"
"Didn't you know? Wammy's House has loads of skeletons in its closet."
"Whatever man, want to play Mario-Kart?"
"Nah, I'm going to try to get some sleep." Mello tucked up in his own bed and wrenched his eyes shut. "Night Matt."
"See you in the morning Mello."