He was sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, shovelling food into his mouth at a speed that made Allen envious.

"Slow down, man! You're gonna choke!" Lavi whined, sipping at his soup.

"I'm parasitic type *nom nom* so I need to eat!" He grumbled around mashed potatoes and apple juice.

A crackling, buzzing sound resonated through the cafeteria, and Komui's voice seeped from the speakers.

"Attention, Exorcists! Cheshire, Lavi, Allen and Kanda, to the head office please and thank you 3!" he screeched.

After dragging Cheshire from his meal, they all filed into Komui's office. Lenalee was sitting on his chair, reading one of his manga books.

"Good, you're all here! I have another mission for you, and Cheshire, you're going too. Of course, a few finders will be accompanying you, but if you're as behaved as last time, you'll do fine!" he squealed, putting his coffee mug on his desk.

"Nee-San, just get with the mission, already!" Lenalee whined, bored with the manga.

"Fine. There's a town, where time has stood still. The day October 30th just keeps repeating itself. I suspect it is the work of...AN INNOCENCE! Da da daaaaa!" he explained, dramatically.

They all looked at each other, concerned as to Komui's mental health.

"And as my strongest exorcists, OF COURSE I'M SENDING YOU THERE!" he shrieked. "DO I HAVE TO SPELL EVERYTHING OUT FOR YOU?"

"Um...no, sir." Kanda sighed, wanting to get this over with.

"Right! So, tomorrow morning, you'll be setting out again to retrieve another innocence, and maybe even an exorcist! So, hurry up and sleep so you can go already!" he screamed, shoving us all out the door.

"Jeez, what's with him?" Lavi huffed, scratching his head. They all announced their annoyance, and dispersed to their rooms.

Earlier, a finder had told Cheshire that he was granted an official exorcist bedroom, so he was eager to go to sleep, too.

Opening the door to his bottom-level room, he leaped inside and flopped on his bed. There was a heater in the corner of the room, making it hot and muggy. Perfect. Snuggling up in his blankets, without even taking his clothes of first, he drifted into a blissful sleep.

He was floating on darkness, an ominous wind whipping his hair across his face. He glanced around, confused as to his whereabouts. He couldn't see anything, it was too dark. Then something came into focus across the great, black chasm, barely there. He focused his eyes, staring intently at the floating shape. Then recognition slapped him in the face, like a wall of steel.

"Alice?" he whispered. His breathe was trapped in his chest, too scared to come out. He had gone rigid. Alice was dead. What was this horrible apparition?

She sauntered towards him, giggling like she used to. She locked eyes with me, as a smile broke onto her face. Why was she happy to see me?

"Cheeeshhhiiiirrreee…." She whispered, calling him to her, like the siren she was. He wanted to go, but inconveniently, he was chained to the floor. He pulled against the chains, trying to break free, to go to his friend, whether she was dead or not.

Once again, his breath caught in his chest, stopping his lungs and stilling his heart. Hundreds and hundreds of demons swarmed around her, tilting their guns, ready to shoot. She looked at them in horror, but it was too late. He called her name, but it was no use.

They crowded around her, shooting her full of holes, and wiping the smile from her face. Instead, she wore a terrified gasp, replaced by the blood pouring from her mouth. I screamed her name, but she was dead.

The chains disappeared from my arms, and I dashed through the bottomless space towards her. Kneeling beside her, clutching her in my arms, I whispered her name. She was silent. Even in his dreams, she would die in front of him. Then she whipped her head towards him, and screeched, "YOU DID THIS TO MEEEEE!"

He whipped himself up trough his covers, leaving him sitting on his bed, panting. He had been haunted by dreams like that, each one being just as horrible as the first. Sighing his displeasure, he climbed out of bed, and began to get dressed. It was going to be a long day.