Letter Excerpt- Paul Levesque to Shane McMahon;
27th of August, 2005
In accordance with Uncle's wishes, please find enclosed the summary of weekly activities, scheduled outings and the forthcoming schedule for the next two weeks whilst we are travelling within the United Kingdom. As it was anticipated, the addition of Ms. Moretti and Ms. Greenwald did not settle entirely smoothly with all students … but I am in the belief that those reasons are personal and are not a reflection upon their competence or ability to instruct. Perhaps it is for the reasons we had previously discussed the night of the Ball, that being of human nature and the growing closeness between advisor and advisee. Whilst it has perhaps aroused some cause for concern, I do admit that it is not at the forefront of my concerns. Although Jason will eventually be her primary guardian and is currently holding that role under this trial period; I have taken Uncle's advice to observe Ms. Dumas when I am able to do so… and whilst this incident has not happened since; I can most resolutely say- Mr. Levy proposes a definite and immediate threat to her well being. Of all people, it was Mr. Copeland who intervened on Ms. Dumas' behalf, though I am under the partial belief that it was merely a rouse. Certainly his character has changed to an extent, but from my own research I simply can not place full trust into him nor do I wish to bestow the trust he previously held whence he was Stefania's guardian… I have a delicate request to make of you and Uncle; Jason, for reasons that he has not yet disclosed, has requested the full and complete records of Stefania's training. In addition, he has also requested and provided that you or Uncle is able to do so, the retrieval of any personal effects that Stefania may have left. I am under the impression that this has something to do with Ms. Dumas, however as it was stated, Jason has not disclosed the reasons behind his request…
En route to Pembrokeshire, Wales. August 26th, 2005
Despite their previous schedule, Paul had decided en route that they would be staying along the coast of Wales rather than journeying inland. All that really meant was an extra day to fully enjoy and appreciate the scenic coastline… inadvertently providing for more opportunities for some of the students to gripe and moan about current circumstances. And when Paul was questioned about the slight change in plans, he offered no explanation other than the coastline provided for numerous sightseeing opportunities and held much regarding historical value. That seemed to satisfy most of the students and faculty advisors... save for Scott who had to question if it was entirely logical to change their plans again since they had just done so with the excursion on the barges earlier. Still, the trip to the coast wasn't entirely pleasant since everyone was travelling together; the tension and strain growing more apparent with each passing kilometre. There was the apparently obvious, if one sided, rivalry between Randy and Adam, the continuing jealousy of both Randy and John and the near obliviousness of Amy and Jason. To anyone not directly involved in any of the situations going on, it was either amusing or not worth the time to observe. And to those who were directly involved, then it all just depended on who you were and what your particular position was…
Lisa turned her attention away from the window and to the blonde woman sharing the row of seats with her, "it really is a shame that we can't spend more time in Wales. I know we have so much more to see and do, but still…"
Trish politely excused herself from the conversation she had been having with Adam, "well it's not like we can't come back here after the academic year is over. Or we could come back here before going back to New York."
Chris shook his head at the two women, "we aren't exactly done with this month yet, you know. And I'm sure that we're going to hear the same sentiment about every country that we visit from here on out."
"There's just something about this place though," Trish replied wistfully and then frowned a little as her attention shifted to the redhead seated in front of her, "Ames? Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine once we get to wherever it is that we're going," Amy shifted uncomfortably, "or when I can find the time to take a short nap."
Trish shifted in her seat so she was leaning more forwards, "what's going on and why didn't you say something before?"
Amy lightly rubbed the bridge of her nose, "because it really wasn't a cause for concern. I can assure you that it is nothing related to my diet, I have been watching that carefully." Hazel eyes closed as a brief jolt of pain shot through her body, then settling to a dull ache in her head. "I shall speak with you about it later, if you so wish."
"Perhaps you should just concentrate on resting until we arrive in Tenby," Adam suggested from his seat behind Trish, the tall blond man seated with Scott; "the scenery is much easier to view and enjoy when one is not confined to a vehicle."
"It should not be much longer until we arrive," Jason added, the blue eyed blonde seated with Amy, "as my cousin has suggested, perhaps you should rest… especially if the cause of your discomfort is from lack of adequate sleep."
There was more to it then that, but Amy felt it wasn't the right time or place to speak so freely about it, so instead she nodded, "could you please wake me whence we have arrived?"
Trish caught the look in John's eyes as Amy rested her head comfortably on Jason's shoulder, the blonde woman arching an eyebrow before she spoke; "I'd say take a picture because it lasts longer, but she needs to rest. So whatever stupid comment you have? Save it for someone who cares."
John rolled his eyes, the dark haired male sharing a row of seats with Randy in front of Amy and Jason; "I wasn't going to say anything, blondie, so you should just mind your own business."
Paul cleared his throat from the passenger's seat up front, "perhaps we should all take this time to relax and rest until we have reached Tenby? Whilst it is still early in the day yet, we do have a full schedule ahead of us."
Fortunately the authority in Paul's tone of voice did not go unnoticed; all passengers who weren't already sleeping turning their attention back to the passing scenery as they continued on their way to the coast. And once they had reached their destination, everyone soon splitting up so they could find their respective rooms for their stay in Tenby; Amy felt surprisingly better.
Jason waited until he felt that Paul was adequately situated in his quarters, the blue eyed blonde man then knocking before receiving proper permission… "I presume you have your own theory where it concerns the nature of Ms. Dumas' fatigue?"
Paul nodded shortly, "whilst you have spent far more time with her, from what I have gathered in my own observations both this morning and previously- whence she is in within close proximity of Mr. Levy; her energy drains noticeably."
Jason nodded his agreement, "that is part of my theory, but I am in the belief that there is more to it than just that. I am without a doubt that Mr. Levy does have a negative influence, especially whence one considers that Ms. Dumas was, for all intensive purposes, perfectly fine after we had arrived here."
Paul arched an eyebrow, "what is it that you aren't telling me Jason? I've known you long enough to know whence you are withholding information and if it is vital, I should think that you would not withhold it from me or my Uncle for very long."
"It is complicated," the shorter man replied first, "and whilst I do have my own suspicions, theories if you will, I am uncertain. Add to it being a personal matter, I do not wish to discuss this without consulting with Ms. Dumas first."
"I will respect that decision," Paul said after a moment's hesitation, "perhaps I could be of some assistance in the matter?"
Jason smiled wryly, "if you could perchance, request a few items from your Uncle? I wish to investigate this further, but I am afraid that I lack the adequate research material."
Paul arched an eyebrow, "and what, if I may inquire, do you require from my Uncle?"
While Jason was making his request, Lisa and Trish had taken it upon themselves to check on Amy before they left for the day… the blonde woman seating herself comfortably on the window seat in the redhead's room. "Wait … so you had a nightmare?"
Amy bit down on her lower lip, "I wouldn't exactly classify it as a nightmare because it seemed far too real to even be a dream. I already know I do not sleepwalk, so it couldn't have been anything like that but…"
Trish frowned, "well then tell us about it and we'll go from there?"
Lisa nodded encouragingly, "if anything, maybe we can help you figure out what's going on?"
With a sigh, Amy agreed to their request, the redhead seating herself on the bed before she started…
The night before…
Amy had just closed her eyes, sleep starting to overtake her body when the air around her seemed to shift. Shivering, the redhead had pulled the comforter tighter around herself, only to kick it off moments later; Amy then sitting straight up as she heard a voice beckoning her from the hallway. Of course, if she were awake and actually able to see … or if anyone else had been awake in the room, they would have seen that she was still sleeping; just not too soundly but still sleeping none the less. Still, in this dreamlike state she was experiencing, Amy found herself listening to the urgent voice in the hallway; the redhead soon finding herself face to face with someone who appeared to be a servant of some sort…
"Miss Amy please, ye must get to the fortress… it is not longer safe to be here."
"But what about father … and mother and—"
"Miss Amy, the Master awaits ye at the fortress. The Missus shall join ye on the way there, please. Ye must go now."
"Hold on a second," Trish interrupted in a confused tone, "you say a servant addressed you as Miss Amy?"
"Yeah, like I was royalty or something…" Amy frowned, "I told you already, this was a strange dream."
With an older woman that Amy presumed was her mother, the two women were whisked away in the night by carriage. And it wasn't until they stopped that Amy realised exactly where they had been taken… but this time, Bronllys Castle was at its former glory and bustling with activity.
"Oh Amy, I had feared that you would not make it," a very familiar blonde woman addressed Amy as soon as she had entered the castle grounds, "our village came under attack just after sunset. They feared that yours would be next."
"Please forgive pardon mine interruption, Lady Evans, I fear it has already begun," another familiar voice spoke, though this one was male; "Ye are lucky Lady Davis, had ye not left when ye did…"
A warm smile settled on the blonde woman's features, "Sir Bennett… Joseph, you needn't apologise for the intrusion… but where—"
Amy seemed to calm considerably when a hand settled briefly on her shoulder, the redhead glancing back to find blue eyes gazing upon her; "Lady Davis, it doth ease my person to see you. Lord Davis had informed us that ye would arrive in time, but I still feared… forgive me for such unnecessary worry."
"Sir Rhys," the redhead greeted first and then smiled, "William, you needn't have worried. I trust in mine father's ability and I would not doubt yours whence it concerns the protection to this family."
"Oh for shame!" An elderly woman spoke as she approached the four, "Lady Davis and Lady Evans, only in your nightclothes and speaking to knights of the court… what would Lord Davis say?"
"I can't remember anything after that," Amy confessed with disappointment, "and maybe it's just my mind going into overdrive or something of that nature, but…"
"Lady Evans," Trish replied first and then blinked, "you said she looked like me?"
The redheaded woman nodded, "very much like you. And those two knights who were with us, there was something very familiar about them, both in appearance and in name for that matter."
Lisa frowned, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were having a flashback of some sort to a past life. And don't either one of you give me that look, it's possible and possibly the most logical option at this point … short of hallucinating from food poisoning."
"That's what Jason said," Amy replied and then shook her head, "anyway, that was the dream that I had last night but it felt so real… almost too real to be an actual dream."
Trish opened her mouth to reply to that, only to stop short when there was a sharp knock at the door; Adam then informing them that everyone was ready to leave for Pembroke.
Whilst Amy quickly wrote off her earlier discomfort as fatigue, Paul noted that she was fairing quite better as they walked around outdoors. And perhaps that was because there was a significant amount of distance between the redhead and Scott … or perhaps it was for other reasons. Whichever the case, Paul was willing to believe the former until he had substantial proof for the latter; not that he would really have the opportunity to speak with Amy anytime soon it seemed … the aforementioned redhead and Trish quite taken with the scenery surrounding them. Of course there was more to it than just the scenery, Adam and Jason walking with the two women towards the back of the group. Not too far off from them were Chris, Lisa, John and Randy; the remaining faculty advisors taking their respective spots at the head of the tour group or at the back. It wasn't until they'd reached Pembroke Castle that the group rejoined as a whole, though there were still some obvious divisions amongst them. Still, they all remained attentive to their guide as they began their tour of the castle grounds … Trish and Lisa watching Amy carefully as they listened to the guide describing the history of the castle. Of course, they weren't sure if she was more in awe of the mostly preserved exterior of the castle or if she was about to have another one of her… well they really weren't sure what to call whatever happened to her during her waking hours. For now though, she at least looked fine, but given what she had told them back at the vacation home in Tenby, Lisa and Trish felt they were justified in their concern. Once they'd started the inner tour of the grounds, Adam and Jason took it upon themselves to hold a history lesson of their own…
John rolled his eyes, "the two of you sound like you lived through it or something … I mean, I've come across my fair share of know it all professors and students but that's just a little ridiculous."
Adam arched an eyebrow, "do tell … do my cousin and I really look so old that we could have lived through such events?"
Trish smirked, "you look perfectly fine from where I'm standing."
Randy made a gagging noise, "would you please stop? It's enough that we have to watch the two of you practically falling over your feet because of them—"
"Then don't watch," Amy interrupted shortly, "seriously, if it's bothering the two of you that much, go somewhere else. There's plenty of space in this castle for the two of you to carry on with your PMS ways."
"Well that settles that then," Trish exchanged a look with Amy and then blinked, "Ames? What's on your mind?"
The redhead nodded to one of the larger towers, "there is a walkway connecting the towers and if I heard that guide correctly, we need only climb to the top of one to reach the walkway. But…" She then directed her attention to the castle keep, "I am more interested in seeing the view from up there."
Jason cleared his throat, "the castle is perfectly situated for defensive reasons and I am in the belief that if you would view the countryside from the top of the Keep, you would see why." Clasping his hands behind his back, the blue eyed blonde man continued, "From what the guide has said and from my own knowledge of the area, this castle was used by the Normans."
"Blah, blah blah…" John echoed from nearby, "If we wanted a history lesson we could just listen to the guide, ya know."
"Or you could just go somewhere else and maybe find someone else to annoy?" Trish suggested without turning around, "seriously, just go somewhere else because you're really starting to get on my nerves."
Adam placed a hand at the small of her back, "do not heed any more attention to them, they merely can not appreciate the opportunity they have been provided." He paused as if to say more and then frowned, "if I am not mistaken, it would appear that our touring party has lessened by one person."
Trish blinked and then glanced around, "I see Jason, Lisa, Ms. Moretti and Ms. Greenwald… Chris is over there talking to Paul; Scott is with Randy and John…"
The tall blonde man nodded shortly, "and of course, we are both accounted for, but Amy was just standing near us a few minutes ago. I would not think that she would leave the castle grounds on her own, so perhaps she is just exploring another part of it?"
"I wouldn't put something like that past her," Trish replied and then shrugged, "I doubt she would leave the castle grounds alone and she did say that she wanted to see the view from the top of the Keep so maybe she's there."
Whilst Adam and Trish were somewhat correct in the exact location of the missing redhead, Amy had a reason for exploring the castle grounds on her own. And she hadn't exactly meant to wander off on her own, just that once she had set foot inside of the Western Hall, Amy had seemingly stepped back in time. This vision was different from the others, the time of day also changing as she started to explore…
She was standing outside, the sun not even over the horizon yet, the young woman resting her forearms on the cold stone surface in front of her as she paused on her walk along one of the many castle walkways.
"Lady Davis, ye ought to be sleeping…"
"Why Sir Bennett, I could very well say the same for ye… the hour is really not so early, is it?"
"I suppose it is not, Lady Davis, but I am just returning from my watch," the familiar knight replied. His eyes continued to scan the surrounding lands, but then he turned his attention to her and smiled slightly, "might I inquire then, where is it that ye wander to so early this day?"
She hesitated only briefly, "I had rather hoped to take a bit of fresh air outside of the castle walls… though father has already advised against it."
The tall knight nodded, "though we are not at war just yet, Lady Davis, it is ill advised to wander unprotected outside of the castle."
"I am aware Sir Bennett, but I had not intended upon wandering alone… my father would not permit me to do so, even if we were not on the brink of battle." Turning so that her attention was towards the stables, the briefest hint of a smile graced her features, "and if ye would please excuse me…"
"I wish you a fair morn then, Lady Davis."
She curtsied, "and to ye, Sir Bennett…" A pause before she left the walkway, "I am under the impression that Lady Evans shall be in the Northern Hall."
She noticed that many of the knights and servants awake had bowed or curtsied to her, but she hadn't really paid that much attention to them as she made her way to the stables. Even then, it seemed, authority wasn't something that she paid much mind to; the redhead making her way towards one of the stalls…
"Lady Davis," a mock reprimanding voice began, the speaker remaining at the entryway to the stables, "unless I am mistaken, just last eve, Lord Davis had forbidden any such activity."
"Ye are correct Sir Rhys … and if memory doth serve me correctly, my father had also forbid me to even speak with you."
In a few short strides, the knight was at her side, "I have sworn an oath to your father to protect the House of Davis and I will uphold that oath until I have drawn my last breath—"
She turned so she was facing him, one hand reaching up to touch his face. "Please do not speak of that, I know that the day will eventually come but… the eyes that normally keep watch are closed."
He stiffened slightly at her touch, "your father seemed to take great pleasure in the fact that your intended arrives to the castle soon."
Her hand withdrew immediately, "then if my presence doth offend ye so much, ye are dismissed Sir Rhys."
Before she could leave his side completely he had engulfed her in his arms, crushing her body to his…
"If you had wished to see the Keep, perhaps you should have spoken of it before wandering off alone?"
Amy blinked as she turned to face the speaker, "I do apologise if I had worried you Jason, and I just wanted to see the view from up here."
Jason shook his head, "you needn't apologise to me Amy, just that you caused some worry amongst us." He stood next to her, one hand coming to rest upon one of hers on the stone wall. "It is quite lovely, is it not?"
"Quite," she agreed easily and then frowned, "I do have a reason for wandering off like I did… these castles seems to bring the visions more frequently."
"You had another vision?" He asked as he turned his attention fully to her, "of course you needn't speak of it unless you wish to."
Amy pressed her lips into a thin line, "I saw those knights again... the ones I told you about from my dream last night. I had the opportunity to speak with both of them again, but it was different because usually the time of day doesn't change with the visions, but this time … it was right before dawn."
Jason frowned thoughtfully, "I do find it rather peculiar that you would have visions involving knights, though I suppose it is not too peculiar given that we have visited several castles here."
The redhead nodded, "if anything, at least they're somewhat consistent regarding the people involved. Of course, I really have no clue as to if these knights actually existed or not… I do at least know that one of them was involved in some sort of forbidden romance with one of the ladies of the court."
"Which is not so entirely uncommon, from what I do understand of history… or if you wish to take into the tale of Sir Lancelot and Lady Guinevere," unconsciously, the grip on her hand tightened. "If you so wish, I could look further into the history … perhaps to see if these knights actually existed?"
"If you would not mind too much, I would appreciate it Jay," she rolled her eyes a little as she saw Adam and Trish approaching, "and I could be wrong, but I am under the impression that it is time to depart the castle now."
Amy's suspicions were confirmed, but only after Adam and Trish had inquired as to why she had disappeared earlier … Amy offering as much of an explanation as she was willing to give.
After leaving the castle, the group of students and faculty advisors were informed that the remainder of the day was on their own… or at least until the evening meal, which would be taken in Tenby. Paul informed them all that Mr. McMahon had arranged for a special outing for tomorrow, but would say no further on the matter. Still, the students and faculty advisors split into their usual groups for the afternoon with many staying within the town to sightsee there, but one group of four instead headed to the Pembrokeshire Coast Path. Of course, Trish did have to question why her best friend didn't want to stay in Pembroke or at least at the castle to explore further, Amy writing it off to just wanting to see more while they were in Wales. And while neither of the two women were familiar with the area, that didn't stop them from enjoying the walk partially along the coast. At least this way, they didn't have to directly deal with John or Randy until later in the day, a fact for which all four were entirely grateful. But, before they could actually get started on their walk, the sight of horses caught Amy's eye … and though she would not say anything outright, Trish took it upon herself to make the suggestion that they try for a beach ride instead of walking along the coast path. And while that did initially confuse the two males, they were still willing to go along with the request; Amy sending her best friend a thankful look once they'd reached the riding centre. It wasn't until the ride was over, the two women taking a moment to talk before they had to head back to Tenby.
Trish winked as they entered the stable, "you can thank me for this later… honestly I had just as much fun as you did, but I know you wanted to do this."
Amy grinned, "horse back riding is so much fun Trishers, you should really come with me more often… or at least when we're at the manor, you know?"
"Well I wouldn't want to intrude," the blonde woman teased easily, "especially since it seems that you prefer to do that with Jason."
"If that's the only thing that's really holding you back," the redhead nodded towards the two blonde cousins, "I really don't see why it would be a problem … if you and Adam were to join us."
Trish half shrugged, "only if you wouldn't mind too much and it's not that I don't appreciate the offer because I do, just that … I don't want to think that far ahead, but when the year is over…"
Amy nodded, "I may have already made the decision to look into transferring to a university in the area, but that is no guarantee," she shook her head when Trish smirked, "and it doesn't mean that we have decided to pursue a relationship."
Trish sighed, "Well the two of you might as well make it official because I really don't know who else you're trying to fool … except yourselves maybe."
Adam cleared his throat as he approached the two, "if you both are ready to leave… Jason has just called for a car to take us back to Tenby."
Amy nodded, "we're both ready … I really don't want to go back yet, but I understand that we can't stay here all night." Sending a smile to her friend, she then nodded towards the doors, "I'll just go ahead and wait outside."
"Do we really have to go back?"
"I am afraid so, my darling; Paul expects for us all to be in attendance at supper this evening." Adam took both of her hands in his, "after the meal is over, however, we have the remainder of the night at our leisure."
Trish wrinkled her nose, "I realise that but it is still not enough … and perhaps it is still of me to think this way, but the way everything has gone already, the time I mean."
Adam kissed her forehead, "it is not silly of you at all Trish for I share the same sentiment. True that we may have until the end of this academic year…" Shaking his head, he captured her lips with his for a lingering kiss, "let us not think about this further."
She reached for his hand as they left the stable, "any word on what type of restaurant we're going to this evening?"
Jason smiled as Trish and Adam approached, "Paul had informed me that we are to dine at the restaurant onsite, the Penally Abbey has a fine restaurant with lovely views … added to that, Mr. McMahon went through a fair amount of trouble to book our stay at the Penally Abbey."
Amy smiled wryly, "I do not doubt that for a moment as the Abbey House is quite splendid, though I am under the impression that Mr. McMahon had nothing to do with the exact arrangements considering that we have not been split by gender this time around."
Trish eyed the two blonde men suspiciously, "I did have to wonder about that as well … not that I'm going to complain about the arrangements since it puts John and Randy under a separate roof for an evening but…"
Jason held up his hands in defence, "I can assure you both that I had nothing to do with these arrangements, nor did Adam for that matter … perhaps Paul is merely looking out for the well being and peace of everyone?"
The two women exchanged a look at that and then they both shrugged, conversation coming to a brief halt as the car arrived to take them back to Tenby. And once they'd arrived back, Amy and Trish retreated to their respective rooms; Trish heading into Amy's room before they had to meet with everyone else…
"Could you give me a hand?" Amy beckoned to her friend, "I'm trying to pin the rest of my hair back but I can't reach this one strand…"
"I've got it," Trish replied easily, the blonde woman coming to stand behind her friend, "when did you get this dress?"
Amy rolled her eyes a little, "one of the many that I purchased in London at Shane's insistence. If I didn't know better I would think he's trying to make me into the next Stephanie."
Trish cleared her throat, "no offence meant by this, but that could very well be the case. Just not with you becoming his sister, but you maybe becoming a McMahon since he does seem to pay quite a bit of attention to you."
Amy waited until her hair was in place before she turned to face her friend, "no offence is taken Trish, but even if that were the case … Shane is a fine person and I do enjoy his company but that kind of lifestyle just is not suited for me." Slipping on the nearest pair of shoes, the redhead smiled; "I suppose since we are both ready…"
"Adam and Jason are waiting for us in the hallway," Trish confirmed and then giggled, "Did you notice that there's a small pool on the property?"
"I had noticed it yes and I would presume that you and Adam have already made plans?" At the affirming nod, Amy grinned, "then I shall heed that in mind … I had already intended upon making use of the piano or perhaps spending part of the evening on the terrace."
"Trish," Jason greeted as Amy and Trish entered the hallway, "My Lady, if I may?"
Amy curtsied before placing a hand on the offered arm, "My Knight … Trish and I were just discussing post meal plans for the evening. The piano does look quite inviting but I was wondering, if perhaps—"
He smiled, "the terrace garden is sufficiently lit should you wish and there are many gardens to view in the morning, should you wish to do so."
She nodded; "I should like that very much," Amy paused before they reached the front door, "whence we return to the manor, I was wondering if we could perhaps head into London for an evening?"
Jason arched an eyebrow, "I was under the impression that we would do just to meet with Shawn and Lilian again?"
"I had meant separate from that occasion and do forgive me if it may seem forward of me to ask or to even consider but—"
"Then I shall ask for your forgiveness for being old fashioned whence it concerns certain things," he interrupted her evenly and then grinned, "if you would provide me the benefit of the doubt, it would be my pleasure to arrange an evening in London."
Adam rolled his eyes a little as they traversed leisurely to the restaurant, "only you would be so formal whence asking someone on something as simple as a date."
Jason rolled his eyes right back, "and since you have overheard our intended plans, I would presume that we will not conveniently run into you whence we are out?"
The taller of the two cousins nodded and then voiced his affirmation, promising that he would not follow them that time. But before any of them could discuss the future plans any further they arrived to the restaurant to find everyone else waiting … Paul then making a gesture for the two couples to enter first, Chris and Lisa following suit. Politely, Trish refrained from bringing up the planned date during the meal, the evening going mostly pleasant given the group. And once the meal was over, Trish returned to her room to change before meeting up with Adam at the small pool area; Lisa and Chris heading elsewhere on the property whilst Amy and Jason spent their time on the terrace. To the entire surprise of no one else in the Abbey House, Trish ended up spending the night in Adam's quarters … Amy spending most of the night speaking with Jason about the vision from earlier. It wasn't until the grandfather clock in the room had started to chime twelve that Amy excused herself to return to her room for the evening, Jason walking with her upstairs. Still, even with the late hour, he seemed just as reluctant to leave as she did. But, given his nature and the uncertainty that they both held regarding their relationship, he bid her good night with a simple kiss to the cheek. Amy returning the gesture before entering her room and perhaps she would have stayed in there the remainder of the night if not for the fact that she couldn't sleep. And whether that was from the dream the night before or from the vision earlier she wasn't quite certain … still, she found herself wandering back downstairs only to find that she wasn't the only one who was still awake. As such, she seated herself on the chaise lounge eventually lulled to sleep by the piano.