It was around nine in the morning when Eris woke up, she looked up at the padded lid of the coffin and sighed. She recollected all her thoughts and unbalanced feelings about last nights events far too quickly after waking up for her liking.

In the shower she recalled the fantastic Cirque performance and her friends and 'family' of the past.

As she flitted around the empty spaces in her room drying her hair she remembered the waves of emotion that came crashing down after she left Mr Tiny's car. Thinking about it gave her the tingling feeling that came before you began to cry, she shook it off and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand.

As she half-heartedly scanned her choices of clothing she recollected Murlough following her into her room.

He wandered in, unlocking the door with the nail of his index finger to find Eris on the floor of her little bathroom leaning against the cold marble of the bathtub. Tears streaming down her face staining the breast of her light pink cardigan.

She misses the Freaks. Is Murlough not good enough for company? No, can't be that.

It had been a while since Murlough had felt sympathy or sadness, even loneliness - he experienced mostly sick happiness or anger - so it was considerably difficult to comfort Eris. He had no idea what to say to her, he had to do something, it was the right thing for him to do.

He flitted over to her, "Murlough wants to know why you are so sad." He said lamely, pathetic start to a conversation about feelings, he thought.

Eris looked up, her mascara tainted tears discolouring her cheeks a distasteful smoky grey. "I am not sad, just leave me alone, Murlough." She hissed. She hated crying in front of others, especially Murlough. Crying equalled vulnerability. Vulnerable wasn't her favourite state of being - if you were vulnerable you were weak.

Murlough got down on his haunches, "Now, child, even Murlough is not that stupid. Tell Murlough what is troubling you Vampaneze or Murlough shall bring Minerva out of her coffin and nag you to suicide."

He was being deadly serious so Eris explained what troubled her: missing the Cirque; missing the Freaks; missing her grandparents and her parents. To ensure that Murlough would stop asking questions she told him she was on her Vampaneze equivalent to a period.

He patted her shoulder in what Eris took to be a comforting gesture, "I shall warn the others not to enter or you shall…telekinetically 'castrate' them." He flitted from the room.

It was moments like that that reminded Eris why she loved her Murlough, he had been her equivalent to a older brother this past two years.

During her flashback Eris picked out her outfit for the day.

A pair of bright purple tights under a pair of black and light grey 'tie-dye' denim shorts that stopped around her at the height of her thigh just short of her ass. Accompanying this was a bright and sparkly purple top, striped diagonally, it sat around her arms just at the shoulder, the sleeves stopped just after her elbow and it hung considerably loose giving the feeling she was skinnier than she actually was - she loved it. She slipped her size fives into a pair of black studded converse sneakers. She pulled two black and white 'All Time Low' rubber band bracelets over her left wrist followed by a third rubber band with 'Bitch' and 'Lady Gaga' written on it and strapped a studded light purple strap bracelet onto her right wrist. She clipped the final touch, her grand parents gold 'Sweet 16' necklace around her neck and she was ready to roll with nowhere to go.

Or so she thought. She flitted to the message board, nothing there, strange.

To amuse herself, Eris flitted outside into the morning sunshine. It was peaceful outside, the sun hung over the hill, a great ball of golden flame. She levitated herself to the roof and lay back on the terracotta slates and just sat alone with her thoughts for an hour or so. She was pondering how long it would be until her old classmates and human best friends would be attending the social event of the year. Prom was bound to be in around two months, another human splendour Eris could no longer indulge in considering she was 'dead'.

"Oh, bloody brilliant." Eris muttered to herself as the small black dot that had been hovering on the horizon grew bigger and bigger until Eris realised what it was.

The little black limousine.

The limousine pulled up just short of Crowley's barn and Eris flitted her way to the opening window in the back. Mr Tiny's bald head could be seen and he smiled that creepy little smile, "Morning, Ms Devon. How are you?"

"Much better you've grace my presence, Mr T." Eris said lightly giving a smile.

"Good, good. Glad to be of assistance, now I would wish for you to return the favour, Eris." He shooed her back enough for the door to open on its own.

Eris let out a repressed sigh under her breath and climbed into the limousine.

Eris flitted through the front doors of the school and into the empty halls. She heard footsteps coming from behind her and she turned to see Darren hurrying down the hall. He stopped about twenty feet from her. Shit!

Just as he looked up Eris flitted across the hall and hid behind a row of lockers a little further away from where he stopped. She watched as he began to talk into his back pack as he placed it at the bottom of his locker. It was then that Eris smiled.

Steve wandered up to Darren, "Why have you been acting so weird?""No I haven't.""You were just talking to your back pack." Steve pointed out and then dived for the back pack. Whatever was in the bag shocked Steve, his expression was most amusing to Eris. After a little calm down session Steve pulled whatever was in the bag out and displayed it enough for Eris to see.A small cage, small iron bars with a wooden base and top, a small door in the bars and a handle at the top. Inside this cage was a friendly eight-legged arachnid that Eris knew quite well.

"Hello Octa." Eris whispered.