Alex stood at the window and looked up at the full moon. She shivered when she thought of Tom, remembering the wolf from the nightclub just a few weeks' earlier. She closed the curtains, and turned around to see Hal staring at her with a strange look on his face. She turned on the lamp, and then picked up the TV remote.

"Don't turn the TV on." said Hal. "Let's just chat for a while."

"Okay. What do ye want to chat about?" Alex was wary, but willing to give him the chance to prove he was getting better.

"You, of course." he replied, gazing into her eyes. "Tell me about yourself. Whereabouts in Scotland are you from?"

"Oh, right." she smiled as she sat back on the sofa. "Well, I'm from Motherwell, not far from Glasgow."

"I know where it is." interrupted Hal. "I've been there many times."

"Of course ye have. Ye must have been pretty much everywhere. In five hundred years, ye must 'a had a few dozen holidays."

"I wouldn't call them holidays exactly, but yes, I've travelled to many places. Some of the things I've seen have been wondrous. At least until the vampires were done with rampaging... but let's not talk about me. Tell me about your family."

Alex looked at Hal suspiciously, but she figured, what harm can it do to just talk to him.

Hal smiled seductively at Alex, whilst she droned on about her father and brothers. He listened, but only to see if there was anything she said that he could use to his advantage later.

However, within minutes, Alex was crying. Great wracking sobs, getting louder and louder, whilst still trying to talk about her family. Hal was shocked. This was a side to Alex that he'd not seen before. A vicious thought crossed his mind that this was the moment, that he could offer to take her to them, and maybe she was weak enough to allow it to happen.

But the thought was gone in a moment. He looked at his friend, and felt even more guilty about his part in her death.

"Alex, I'm so sorry." he said, but she could hardly hear him. She simply lay on the sofa, buried her face in her hands and cried. As the minutes passed the sobbing lessened until eventually she went quiet.

"Alex?" he said again, but couldn't find the words to comfort her. He simply watched her until he fell asleep.

As soon as she heard his even breathing, Alex sat up. She looked at Hal sleeping peacefully, and she remembered how gentle he was when she first met him. She sighed and got up, grabbed the throw from the sofa, and laid it over him. She stood watching him sleep for a few moments, before disappearing to her room. Alex knew that he wouldn't sleep for more than a few hours, and she herself would not sleep at all, but she needed some time alone after talking about her family. She wondered if they were still in Barry, if they were still staying in the same place as they were when she disappeared.

Although Hal had promised to help her with her body, and her family, everything that had happened since the night she died meant that nothing had been done. She thought about her dad and brothers again, the fact that they didn't know what had happened to her, and she felt the tears start to flow once more. She shook her head angrily, hating the weakness that she had never shown when she was alive, not allowing grief for her own demise.

She needed to be strong. To face whatever this new existence had in store for her. To face the monsters that she now knew infected her world. She thought about Tom, out there howling at the full moon, and Hal downstairs, sleeping now but raging against the monster inside himself. Then she looked at herself in the mirror, remembering that no human could see her now. It was only the monsters who could look upon her. She was one of them now and she needed to accept it.