Will sat on the couch flipping through a history book that had long since held any interest for him, something about a meeting and being forced to hide in the north wing of the sanctuary. Usually he wouldn't mind but he was thinking of about a million other things to do, none of them include sitting a dusty room reading books about the civil war.

Just as he was getting up there was a knock at the door, which he found rather strange, there were only a handful of people that it could have been, and none of them where polite enough to knock, and how the heck did they know he was in here?

"Come in" he called out his voice dripping with boredom it threatened to infect everything around him, rubbing a hand across his face Will sighed. The knocking continued making him frown.

"I said come in!" he stated again, this time his voice was louder, just a hint of annoyance in it. Still the knocking continued until he was forced to stand up. As he approached the door he realised that the knocking was not coming from something against the door, but behind it. Like someone was playing a drum outside the door. Taking the cold metal handle Will stood back and flung the door open, expecting someone standing there tapping a drum and running around in the circle, or at least something trying to attack him. Instead there in front of him was a pure black rabbit, its foot taping on the ground as it started up at him, its eyes completely white. On any other occasion Will would have found it strange, even scary, but staring at its shimmering fur he found is almost hypnotising, like staring at the sky.

His brain tried to catch up with his actions as he opened the door wider and the Rabbit jumped inside right in front of his feet, like it was waiting for an invitation. A slow pleasant smile made its way across Will's lips and he bent his legs to pat the silky fur excepting it to be soft like silk. Instead it was rough and sticky, when Will pulled his hand away it was covered in a slimy substance making him wave his hand around before running it down his jeans. Even that didn't help, the substance would not leave his hands, his eyes darted back to rabbit in an accusing manner. But just seeing it smoothed the creases on his brow until he smiled again, like someone that was drugged might. He bought both hands forwards to stroke it, his hands getting covered in more goo. The rabbit continued to nuzzle him, and after some minutes it pushed against his legs making Will fall to his butt. Still he did not stop stroking the black rabbit, in fact he wanted to continue stroking it, picking it up and hugging it to him. That's when it started biting him, his fingers at fist until it jumped on him trying to reach his neck. Will fell back on the floor his arms besides him, he tried lifting his hands up but found them stuck to the ground, the gooey substance had stuck his hands down leaving the rabbit near his face. He wanted to scream as he felt the teeth on his neck and face that no small creature should be able to do, but just as he opened his mouth something hit the side of his face.

He found himself on the chair, his hand slipping down his face leaving a red mark; there was no knocking or evil black rabbit. Instead Will found himself in a quiet room, the book on his lap fell to the floor with a thud. He shook his head for some seconds before bending and picking it up.

"I really need to get some sleep around here" he muttered lifting his legs onto the couch and tucking a pillow under his head. Even though he did not remember anything of the incident, he found himself clenching his hands like he was making sure they would open.