After a few hours Feliks' eyelids fluttered softly. When Feliks opened his eyes he was immediately surprised. Someone familiar was looking down on him. They looked like the snazzy Brit from the meeting but strange.

"Ah! You are awake." The man chimmed.

His smile was wide and toothy. Light red hair and boundless freckles threw Feliks off a little and he jumped up.

"Oh! Yeah." his lip quivered and he squeaked like a mouse.

The other English man nodded and raised his bushy eyebrows. Over all he looked sweet but there was a certian gruesomeness in his face. He gazed at Feliks with his pastel blue eyes, and Feliks couldn't look away from them.

"You alright there poppet? I rushed over once I got your call." He chuckled and scratched his head, "I gave you that rose but then you just passed out. And you look different, a lot different. Don't worry I think it's cute."

Feliks gasped and looked in his hand, he was holding the same colored red rose as before. Feliks sputtered but couldn't say any words, he threw the rose down and scooted away from the other man in a cold sweat.

"What's wrong now Łukasz? Are you playing a trick on me?" The Brit laughed and got closer to Feliks, cornering him.

He played with a small strand of Feliks' blonde hair and his eyebrows seemed to wiggle for a bit.

"You look rather pale Łukasz, a lot paler than usual. What was wrong with the rose?" he asked noticing something was very wrong.

The English man was mistaken, and Feliks lashed out due to his confusion.

"Wah! Stop where did you take me!? And you need to get that rose away from me!" Feliks yelled and pushed the English man away from him. "I'm not Łukasz I'm Feliks," he huffed calming down a little.

"Oh my, well this is your- I mean Łukasz's house I didn't take you anywhere." The Brit responded calmly, "I guess that rose can do some strange things. I'm Oliver, Oliver Kirkland."

Oliver smiled brightly and held out his hand for Feliks to shake. Feliks extended his hand and completed the handshake.

"I'm Feliks Łukasiewic." Feliks said softly.

"Łukasiewic!? That's Łukasz's last name, you two must be related. Long lost brothers or cousins perhaps."

Oliver began to get very interested in who Feliks really was. He got up and offered Feliks a hand.

"I'm sure you can wear some of Łukasz's clothes and I'll make you some tea!" Oliver trilled and waltzed off to go make some tea, leaving Feliks alone.

Feliks looked around and the room looked just like his room, except darker and dustier, and dirtier.

"Alright then. I guess I can look in the dresser." He shrugged and walked over the dresser. It was covered in dust and had an empty ashtray on it. Feliks pulled out a drawer, it didn't have much in it. Just a few pairs of flanel were in this drawer, Feliks stuck his tongue out and closed that drawer. He opened another and found a couple of plain tees and in another he found nice button up shirts that Feliks likes to wear in aqua, green and a soft yellow. There was also a single pair of black pants in Feliks' size. Feliks picked up the aqua shirt and held it against his chest. It was just his size.

"Whoever this Łukasz person is, they have some sense of style, but not really. It's a good thing he wears the same size as me though."

Feliks opened the last drawer and gasped when he saw what was inside. It was a military uniform that looked a lot like Feliks'. It was a khaki and dark brown color and instead of the green caplet it had a matching brown scarf, and the same style khaki hat.

"Ooh~ this looks nice. And it's almost just . . . Just like mine." Feliks took it out of the drawer and held it up.

He admired it for a second then put it back, making sure to fold it properly.

"Well, I guess I should change out of my night clothes." He mused to himself and shrugged.

Feliks shut the door and proceeded to take off his nightgown. Once it was off his body an icy breeze sent a chill down Feliks' spine and a loud creak noise came from the door hinge. Feliks could only stand there half naked and frozen in fear.