As Simon woke, he thought it had all been a dream, not just last night, but everything, the shadow world, that smug blonde kid, the lot. When he opened his eyes he saw just how wrong he was, he could see without his glasses first of all, so he knew something was up, a look at his hands told him the rest. They were covered with that dark brown stain of dried blood. It was too much for him, after staring at them for about five minutes he started panicking, was this just what Raphael had given him, or had he attacked someone, was he a murderer now? He then realised how terrible it was that he had gone home, he could hurt his mom, or his sister, no, he had to get away.
With a motion so fast that he could never have managed it before, he stood up, ran to the door and downstairs, as he descended, the light from the window hit his feet and a searing pain shot up his leg. He jumped back, "damn it", he'd already forgotten what Raphael told him. Worse, now he was trapped here, right, he thought, just calm down, get upstairs, say you're ill and wait until nightfall. As it turns out he didn't have long to wait, he'd managed to sleep through most of the day, so as darkness fell he crept downstairs and out into the night.