I learned their names and glimpsed their personalities over the next few hours. Lewis was the ever- changing teenage male, serious and level headed one minute, wild and reckless the next, the obsevant youngest of the family was Lexi, the father was Damian and the mother was Geneva. Then there was Olivia. Always with a silly grin on her face and infinite resources of energy, she was loud, careless and forever laughing…my complete opposite. She would break the moment she set foot in the Nether; it was no place for weaklings like her. This family took care of me, but I knew it was only for a time. Notch would reward them greatly for bringing me back, banish me from His Majesty's Presence and I would once again have only my thoughts for company.

Night brought the mobs in abundance because of their creator's close proximity. Lying down in the bed provided, I stared at the ceiling, not wishing to think of my involvement in Minecraft; as the shadow to his glorious light. So engrossed in my morbid musings, I wasn't even aware of my body giving in to the lure of deep sleep.

My white eyes snapped open at the crack of dawn as the sun lazily climbed into the sky. Sighing, I returned my head to the pillow. My situation hadn't changed in the slightest. I began to drift off again, but halfway between sleep and wake, loud, incredibly annoying bass music blared throughout the house, shocking me enough to pull me back to consciousness.

"TURN IT OFF OR I SWEAR I WILL HAUL YOU IN LAVA," Olivia yelled, her brother's laugh faintly reaching my ears before the sound became muffled. Maybe she was smothering him. At least I could be grateful to her for one thing. Then there were the sounds of a struggle and bodies falling to the floor. I was not sleeping anytime soon…

The girl raced past the door, her curly, reddish-brown hair flying behind her as her taller, faster brother followed in hot pursuit. Then there was a feminine scream, and another thump as they fell to the floor. Growling, I turned over and lay facedown on the bed, wondering when this childishness would end.

Immediately after, there was silence. Sensing that this was not due to the pillow in my face, I turned back over in time to hear their mother chiding them.

"…you know he needs his rest, and you still make more noise than a thunderstorm. Now for his sake, quiet down,"

"Yes ma'am," came the simultaneous response. At this moment, I decided to make my appearance, standing near the table where they were seated.

"We apologize about the noise," the father said, not being honest about it in the slightest. Brushing off the observation, I was about to head outside when the woman gave me three slices of bread, some chicken and two healing potions. Hesitating for a moment, I eventually accepted the supplies.

"You'd better drink those, I nearly died for 'em on the witch hunt," Olivia spoke up.

I made no comments about their 'kindness' and exited the house.

"Lone wolf much?" Lewis grumbled. "A little thanks would have been appreciated,"

"I think he's cute," Lexi smiled, nudging me with her elbow. "Right sis?"

"Right," I smirked and we fist bumped.

"Really? The creepiest guy in all Minecraftia, and you say he's cute?" Lewis quirked an eyebrow.

"He is handsome," Mom mused, earning a glare from Dad. "Would you relax, we have three kids. Do you really think I'd divorce you now?"

"Exactly how did we get to talking about this guy as if he's a supermodel on TV," Lewis asked, looking more that a little disturbed.

"Okay, interesting mental picture..." Olivia started smiling dreamily at the thought.

"Gang...stop. Herobrine cannot be trusted, much less...whatever it is we're doing right now. Reel it in," Dad ordered.

"Your father's right. We shouldn't be downplaying this situation. At any moment, he could attack us," Mom agreed.

Now in a more serious mood (and also slightly embarrassed) , the family finished their breakfast and commenced their daily activities. Olivia wondered why she felt so disappointed that she couldn't trust the guy.