Fox's body shifted underneath the covers of the king size bed. He was awake, yes, definitely, he was awake, but he wasn't sure why he was up at 3 in the morning after spending a vast amount of energy not only three hours ago. Fox swiveled and let his feet hang down and touch the floor. He then stood up and wandered groggily into the kitchen. He wasn't much of a midnight snacker, but perhaps that was what he needed. Looking into the refrigerator, Fox could not really see anything he desperately needed to eat, and decided to close the door and walk out to the balcony.

Corneria was mostly dark at this hour, save for the scattered blocks of light from the windows of skyscrapers. Well, the windows of the remaining skyscrapers, anyways. Taylor's attack still weighed heavily on Fox's conscience and, whether he liked it or not, Fox made every decision based around protecting the truth. He didn't want anybody to know that he was the one who helped cause the tragedy. Deep in his mind, Fox knew he would do everything in his power to carry this secret with him to the grave.

Pushing those somber thoughts aside, Fox moved his attention towards Falco.

"What to do, what to do….." he thought out-loud.

Truth be told, Fox wasn't entirely sure why they hadn't talked about it at all. In Fox's eyes, Falco seemed to be overreacting, but, he was doing alright for himself; he wasn't wasted in some gutter every night. Maybe Falco really didn't need Fox. Fox didn't like this. He felt uneasy; his whole life had changed extremely quickly, and though some may say it was for the better, Fox wasn't buying it. Slippy, though annoying at times, was Fox's friend, and was currently almost completely out of touch with him. Falco had basically cursed the ground Fox walked on and ditched him. Peppy was dead; the Star Fox team was done.

Fox again switched his mental topic, this time thinking about himself. Who was he? A war veteran, and a husband, but what else? A father? Possibly, and especially possible after that night's occurrences. Fox hadn't used protection; Krystal didn't want him to. Probably not his best choice ever. What else? What attributes did his personality have? Fox hadn't thought about that in a while. He certainly was giving, since he housed two people in his home purely out of the goodness of his heart. He was shy, also a bit unstable. Not too bad, Fox decided. He was in good shape.

Still, he didn't like the new direction his life had moved in. He enjoyed having time with Krystal; he relished it, even. What he didn't like was what was happening to his relationship with everyone else.

"Honey?" Fox looked back. Krystal was standing in the doorway. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep, that's all." Krystal walked over and put her arms over his shoulders, hanging over onto his chest. Fox took her hands in his.

"Something's wrong. You're upset." How did she always know?

"I don't like what's happening to the team. I barely even talk to Slippy, and Falco hates me."

"He doesn't hate you, he'll come around soon. I know it. And Slippy is always just a call away. Now, come back to bed," and with that, she slid back through the balcony doors into the warmth of the house.

She seemed sort of blunt. Understandable; it was three in the morning after all. Fox thought about what was next. He had to do something with Falco. That had to come first.

He walked back into the house and moved towards the center of the living room. He stood there for a moment, waiting, although he wasn't sure what for. Nothing came; only the silence of the cold, whispering wind outside. Shuffling back towards the bedroom, Fox realized how good things really were for him. He had a decent fortune, a beautiful wife that he loved dearly, he sort of had friends, although the road was a bit bumpy right now, and he had wisdom, which came from his past experiences.

Krystal was still awake, lying on the bed on top of the covers. Fox lay down, pulling the covers over him lazily. Krystal huddled close to him, placing her hand on his chest.

"Ready for round two?" She asked seductively. Truth be told, Fox was tired.

"Sorry, honey, I'm not in the mood. Sorry." He kissed her quickly on the lips and turned off the lights. She tried for a short while to get him in the mood, to no avail. She became a little pouty when she didn't get what she wanted, but Fox knew she understood, and she seemed contempt with lying there, slowly trying to fondle him into submission. Fox had been asleep for quite a while before Krystal had fallen asleep on top of him.