Alfred was pulled back into reality when his body stopped moving. He blinked a few times and shook his head, clearing his mind. The boy straightened himself and looked over the plants he had been tending, checking that each row had been properly tended to. He smiled and nodded, feeling a surge of pride at his work, when suddenly feeling his stomach growling for food. Alfred's face reddened slightly as it growled aloud, even though no one was there to hear it. He looked towards the sun to check it's position. It had turned quite orange and was headed towards the ground. "What direction did Arthur say it set?" he wondered briefly, though his mind nearly immediately went back to food. As he walked back to the house he thought more about it and realized that the only food he possibly had was some stale bread and hardtack left over from a few days ago. The boy put a hand to his forehead squeezing his eyes shut for a brief moment, cursing his stupidity. He was supposed to go to town today to restock on supplies and sell some tobacco, but instead he had spent his valuable time daydreaming. Alfred threw open the door and walked through the main hall, then to the left arriving at the hearth in the kitchen area. He rummaged around to find the last bit of bread, carefully unwrapping it from a towel. He then grabbed his spoon to begin scraping the kettle at the hearth for the old hardtack. He ate it quite fast, still feeling hungry. He sat down by the kettle to let his stomach get the food. The hungry feeling left him in about ten minutes so he decided to go to bed. Alfred walked down the hallway again, going a bit farther and to the right. There was his room, bed looking especially inviting. He quickly pulled off his clothes, folding them neatly on a chair placed to the side of his door, serving as a laundry bin. He walked to his closet, pulling out a nightgown to wear for the night. He curled himself up on top of the covers, watching the sun set fully, moon rising to take it's place. Alfred tried to keep his eyes open, wanting to keep watch just in case his brother were to arrive, but it proved futile. Sleep easily won out over the exhausted lad.