Other than Jane and Sasha, there was nobody on the platform in the main room. Everybody had gone to sleep, even I felt tired. I knew being tired was a side effect from lack of sleep or too much sleep and if I'd never gone to sleep as an immortal, I never would've had to feel the pain of being tired.

Jane sat on the floor and began to brush her hair before she too went to sleep. It truly was such a shame that she wouldn't be able to talk to Jack until I allow her too, so the least I could do was be something like a motherly figure towards her. Although, most of my helpers thought me as an 'older sister', they all acted like siblings anyhow so it did not matter if they're parents were gone... Well it wasn't exactly fair how they lived on without their family, but it was their own choice to keep living on.

I knelt down behind Jane and took the brush out of her hands with a small chuckle. She waited to see what I was going to do but she should not have been worried for all I did was begin to brush her hair. It felt like a soft river, though her hair was slightly knotted from the flight earlier, although, it still flowed through the brush as easy as wind in a valley.

I continued to brush her hair just like that for a few moments until I handed it back to her and made my way to the room of sin. Wishes that had gone bad, needed to be checked on or they would become reviled up with loneliness and break the jars that contained them. Being The Evening Star, was not all fun, games and collecting good wishes. No, there were unlucky parts that were never mentioned in the job description. Jane's brown eyes searched through mine and she grinned at me, she was so strong to be able to just breathe everything through and not dwell on anything.

"Hey, Eve, don't worry about anything." She said as she walked down the hall by my side. I had no idea where Sasha had gone, but I presumed she was around nearby, if not sleeping in her room. I stared down at Jane.

"I am not entirely worried, but I have a feeling we need to be more cautious for now." I faltered slightly at the end. What was I saying? If anything, I was making her worried.

"Alright, I shall tell the others." Jane smiled as she flew off into one of the doorways on the ceiling that of course, only those who could fly could go through. As I wandered through the halls, my mind came to rest on Sandy, he wasn't a bad man, but something weird was shrouding him this very morn. Something so odd and unexplainable, even I, who was 700 years old could not explain.

I was glad Jane had been kind to me; it made me feel better about everything. I often found myself into strange and one-sided mind-arguments, but I wasn't ever selfish enough to do these things for attention. I smiled at the ceiling as I reached a door at the end of the long hallway.

The large doors opened slowly as I pressed my hands against them. A bluish light phased over the crack in between the doors as the creaked slightly open. I waited for a moment, releasing my hands from the door. Nothing unusual, was I just being paranoid about being cautious?

I walked into the room, it was dark, and the only light in the room came from the jars of sin. Most of the lights were a greenish colour, like the colour of spring during the first few buds. How something so pretty could be so ugly, would never be explained.

The wishes danced around in their jars, wanting to be free to wreak havoc over hundreds of people. If even one was released, it could take years to find again, and by then, it would've destroyed somebody else's wishes. Catching them was like paying off the hidden tax in buying a diamond ring. I guess sometimes it was hard for people to understand, wishes are wishes right? And I'm not the best person to explain this, really.

I took a look at each jar, making sure none had taken off or smashed. Nothing. Nothing was wrong, and that in itself kept me on the edge. There was something I was missing, or something I had forgotten.