Steve wakes up. It was still nighttime. Moonlight streamed through the open window panes, letting in a gentle breeze from the night. This definitely wasn't his hotel room; this place was furnished and fit for royalty! Bookshelves lined the wall, large chests with signs labeled with "GOLD" and "EMERALD" lined the wall in front of it. A redstone lamp with a lever sat on a nightstand next to the bed he was laying on. The other side of the bed had a nightstand too.

He looks over to his right and was slightly startled. It was Alex sleeping next to him! But Steve thought he went to the inn and slept there...

He hated to admit it, but she looked like an ANGEL when she slept. Steve looks back to his left, seeing a blood-stained iron sword. Without thinking, he takes the handle, looking back at Alex.

He could do it right now. He could reach over and just slit her throat, just as he envisioned it on the first day of meeting her. It was so simple; the chance was THERE.

Except he didn't.

He put the iron sword back on top of the nightstand, exhaling in relief. Surely he didn't feel bad about killing her, did he? No, he'd finish the adventure, THEN kill her...

Right? Was that what he REALLY wanted? Maybe all he really wanted was a friend, someone he could get along with and not worry about going to stupid places like a dog or having to feed constantly like a cow.

Steve snuggles back into the covers, still staring at Alex. She opens her eyes slowly and yawns, smiling when she saw Steve. "Why are you still up?" She asks airily, rubbing one of her eyes. All Steve could do was give a half-smile, not sure what to say about her right now. Alex looked different here. She didn't feel the same as the Alex Steve saw this entire time.

She looked beautiful.

Steve snaps awake, this time in his inn room. He was surprised that it was a dream, almost certain that the vivid vision was reality. It felt and looked like it for him, that's for sure.

"Well, now that's over with..." he gets up from the red bed he's been used to for the past two days and collects his things, readying whatever was to be happening next.

He moves down the gravel road, down over to Alex's house. 'When are we actually departing?' he thinks, wondering if any of it really mattered. Why would it matter? Wouldn't they both die anyways? Next time, he'd start up another life, somewhere different, and he would do the same thing all over again.

Build, farm, hunt, survive.

Steve had always repeated that same mantra ever since he'd joined this wild, crazy universe. Every single time, he would do the exact same things. Same house, same farms, same plans. They would always be the same.

He guessed this would be the first "different" world he's had in ages.

Steve opens the iron bar gates, peering into the estate. "Alex?" he calls out, wondering if she was even at home. The house looked empty; without any sign of life inside. 'Maybe she already left?' he wonders.

Suddenly, a horse clops behind him. "There you are!" a familiar voice remarks. Steve whirls around, finding Alex, except this time she was suited in diamond armor.

"I thought you were here..." Steve begins. Alex shakes her head.

"It doesn't matter. Do you have everything?" she questions him, completely ignoring his previous statement. "Come on, let's go!"

Steve felt a bit rushed, but he went over to the stable instinctively. "Can I use one of your horses?"

"Yeah yeah. Now get going!" Alex urges. Why was she so urgent?

Steve had all of the food and extra tools in his inventory. On the horse, he dons the armor set, commanding the horse to follow Alex.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

"Good, follow me, I guess." Alex calls for her dog to come with them.

"What'd you call your dog?" Steve asks casually.

"Why do you wanna know?" she spits back harshly.

"I...I don't..." Steve falls silent. By now, he thought he would've gotten used to her being that way: on and off anger. Maybe he needs even more time. Everything he needed to wait for got him anxious. Steve wasn't the kind of guy to wait around; he was impatient, unable to wait for long periods of time for waiting on one specific, tedious task. This was only different if he didn't have something else to do or think of.

Alex throws one of the Eyes of Ender, letting it float in the air before sinking and landing in her hand. "This is gonna take a while..." she moans, tossing it up in the air again.

After half a day's worth of tossing the Eye of Ender in the air on horseback, Alex stops her horse, causing Steve to stop his. "It's getting dark," she says tiredly. She stretches her arm, earning a few satisfying clicks after the whole day throwing with the same arm. "Did you bring any beds?" She looks back at Steve expectantly. Why would he have any equipment?

"What? All I got were things I need for myself. Why would I have YOUR bed?"

"Well, MAYBE if you didn't just think for YOURSELF, WE could be sleeping!"

"The sun hasn't even started to set yet!"

"I don't care! All I'm saying is that we need a bed right now, and YOU don't have one!"

"Well you never gave me a shopping list!"

"And YOU never thought of it?" Steve stops. He couldn't go on with arguing like this. It seemed like every single little thing something wrong happened, even if it was Alex's fault, it would all be blamed on Steve. How he wished to attack her right now...

Huffing, Steve steps down from the saddle, placing a fence post on the ground and leashing his horse onto it. "I'll MAKE one for you if it makes you feel any better..." Steve takes out his iron sword and walks into the unknown forest. Before he goes, he places a torch on a tall birch nearby, just so he could find his way back.

A torch on one hand and his sword on the other, Steve used the burning coal as his only source of light in the rapidly dimming forest. He was shocked that the sun was setting already. Just a minute ago, Steve and Alex were arguing, and now it was setting.

A light tint of dark blue beset the land, signaling the takeover of the night. Steve sees the stars beginning to illuminate the night sky, the bright half moon nestled in the horizon. He had to find a sheep fast before it got too dark. Picking up the pace just a bit, Steve eyes a flock of chickens, hunting a few for later.

As he conquers another hill, there was still no sheep to be seen. 'There has to be one somewhere...' Steve thinks, holding his torch high. He looks back at the moon, which is rising even higher by the second. He slides down the hill and reenters the forest, fearlessly searching for a sheep.

The moon was at a forty-five degree angle in the sky. 'Halfway till midnight!' Steve marvels. Has he really been out for this long? By now, Steve couldn't see the torch he placed. Hopefully, Alex wouldn't come following him.

And just when he was about to turn around, he hears the BAA of the sheep.

As well as the ambiance of the mobs.

Spooky I know. You should eat some bread. It'll help.

Thanks anyways!

-DWalkthroughGuy