Soft, pale feet stepped lightly upon the metal tiles that were onyx due to the darkness. The fridge hummed. Light flooded the spacious kitchen. A sense of uneasiness hung about the room.

"Chiro?" The voice was soft and metallic. "Why are you awake?"

"Sal?" He had forgotten. Sal never slept – she couldn't. "Just getting a midnight snack."

"Ice cream?" Wistfulness shimmered in those deep violet orbs. "I ate some… I didn't know better back then."

"How was it?"

"It was worse than the stomach flu."

No, the ice cream."

She smiled. He'd never seen her smile. "Chiro, it was glorious."