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Chapter Thirty- Seven: What A Dull Day

The morning after... in some cases it can be seen as something fun; example? Let's say you went to a party the night before and had a great time, then woke up the morning after feeling wonderful and happy. That is one example, however another night could have been spent doing other things; example? Drinking. Now the words "the morning after" have a new meaning, one that expresses dread of the experience and recovery.

It just so happens, as you know, that Connie happened to partake in drinking till she passed out. What does that leave for her? Why the wonderful morning after!

"Ughh..." groaned a voice from under a pillow, a thump was heard a moment following. It seemed Connie had fallen off the bed after she tried to press the pillow closer to her face, trying to smother the headache she was receiving out of her head. No such luck was present and she had ended up on the floor after rolling in the wrong direction.

"owww." a moan was heard from the floor, but no movement was made of Connie untangling herself from the green blankets around her and the tangles of hair out of her face. She placed a hand on her forehead with her eyes still closed, muttering to herself about something along the lines of 'what the fuck happen...'

She knew that she had been drinking after a few moments of thought, and it was made clear to her that she had a hangover, however the last thing she remembered...was laying back in the tub in the bathroom...everything after that seemed to all be a haze, and Connie scrunched her eyes shut tighter as a sharp ache lashed out against her poor skull; damn this headache to hell.

Her hand tightened around her head as she waited for the pain to go away, and once it did, she dared to opened her watery hazel eyes and get off the floor. Pulling the blankets off herself, she grabbed hold of the bed and pulled herself to a stand, still clutching her head; she felt dizzy and just about ready to puke.

Walking to the light switch to see around the room, she turned it on, missing the darkness of the room from the lack of windows. Through squinting watery eyes she noticed that Altair wasn't present, and wondered briefly where he was. She hoped he didn't wonder somewhere he wasn't supposed to...she groaned as her head pounded more forcefully.

Her stomach grumbled then on top of everything, and she looked down at it in confusion. What time was it anyways? She wasn't sure but she was intent on finding out as she pulled open the bedroom door and headed to the stairs to get down them.

Now had someone been watching her head down them, they probably would have laughed. It wasn't that she was stumbling and falling, it was the fact that she looked ridiculous as she tightly held onto the rail and walked down slowly while clutching her head, her un-combed dark hair falling around her face.

Reaching the bottom now, she stopped moving and listened to the sounds of the house. The hum of the fridge and a light tapping were heard from the kitchen, but opposed to that, no other sound was heard. Deciding to head to the kitchen to see the time and to place an object with the tapping sound, she stumbled her way over; soon to be met with a rather interesting scene.

Entering the kitchen now, her face quickly twisted into amusement as she realised what the unknown sound was, and what "object" it was coming from. There, sitting casually on a stool sat Altair, accompanied by a tall glass of orange juice while tapping his fingers on the counter. Where he found the orange juice was anyone's guess, but the whole scene to her looked very comical.

"It seems someone decided to join the living once again." Stated Altair rather casually as he took a sip of the orange juice.

Connie gave him a confused expression. "Why? What time is it? And how did you get orange juice?" She replied quickly looking around the artificially lit room.

"The exact time is unknown to me, but I would guess it being sometime after mid day, there's no way for me to tell in this enclosed environment." He answered casually, getting back to his orange juice that wasn't mentioned.

"Orange juice?" she asked again, walking over to the un-occupied stool with her hand against her forehead.

"That's unimportant; I'm more inquisitive about your current condition." He replied uncaringly, watching as she placed her head against the counter, cooling her check on its smooth cool surface.

"I'm fine, just tired." she answered, looking at him as she replied, she knew he didn't buy it, heck- even she didn't buy her own words. "What happened though?" she asked him instead, not wanting him to ask any more questions.

She received his customary smirk before she watched him turn back to his drink, knowing that he wouldn't tell her anything. Lifting her head off the black counter she looked around the kitchen and quickly noted the shattered glass on the floor close to where she was; how the heck did that happen?

She contemplated getting off the stool and cleaning it, but quickly changed her mind as her head pounded again. Groaning she looked over to the stove top and put her hazel eyes to work on making out the time it read; it read 6:00 pm...shit.

"Um, Altair, do you know what day it is?" she asked quickly, almost not wanting to believe what her mind was telling her.

"I don't know the date, but I know we've been here for five days." He replied, looking over to her shocked expression, it wasn't much of a big deal. However this woman always somehow found the worst possible outcomes of situations.

"Crap! Doesn't that mean were going back to your time like...today?" she asked the dread present in her voice so readily.

"Yes, your point?" he asked a bored expression present now.

"Your masters going to kill me!" she replied in devastation jumping up from the stool and heading for the stairs, she had been wondering why Altair was wearing his robes, but this explained it.

Running to the stairs now- headache forgotten for the current moment- she was going to run to the bedroom when she noticed the bag near the bookshelf, exactly where she had left it before. Walking over to it now, she opened it and checked what was inside. Everything she had stuffed in it from the travel here was still present, and the only thing she realised she was missing now was a new set of clothes.

Content for the moment now, Connie headed back to the stairs and headed up slowly; the burst of energy that she once had gone and replaced with fatigue; even though she was sure she slept for most of the day.

When she was at the bottom of the stairs, she noticed that Altair was watching her from the kitchen. The only reason she came up with for him watching her would be for his amusement; that man needed to find a new hobby.

Turing to the stairs she headed up as quickly as she could as she went towards the bedroom. She was going to get changed into something new.

In front of her wardrobe now she pulled out another simple top that was a dark green and a pair of black cargo pants. She was sure this was fine, and if anything, she was sure she would survive.

She quickly got dressed into them and combed her hair, which happened to be full of knots just waiting for her. After that she went to the bathroom to wake herself up properly, before heading to the stairs.

Heading down the stairs again, she walked into the kitchen and plopped down into the empty stool. She for one was hungry, but really, there seriously wasn't anything in this house unless it was frozen...wait a minute, that's probably where Altair got the orange juice from...that means there might be good food in there! Why didn't I think of this before?

"Hey Altair, you hungry?" she asked as she turned to him.

"I'm content." He replied in a calm voice, the image was weird to her though as he was drinking orange juice.

Shrugging her shoulders and feeling a sharp pain in her head for a second, she quickly headed to the basement door, which was left open most likely from when Altair was in there...or maybe someone was down there...

No, no one could get into this house without her knowing. This house was designed to accomplish just that, so there was nothing to worry about.

Heading down the stairs into the basement, she headed to the freezer. She was surprised it was on; as she was sure everything in this house had been turned off and unplugged...maybe Jake had left it on? Just in case? Whatever the reason, she was thankful; she only wished she had known about its presence of being on from when she first got here.

Altair sat in the kitchen after he watched Connie walk off somewhere. It seemed she had no recollection of the events of the past night. That didn't bother him of course, but something like what happened is of course not any petty little thing, he was surprised she didn't remember...

He would of course push it to the back of his mind; as such thoughts were useless to one such as him. Looking back to his...drink, he took another sip, eyes sweeping across the room and listening to the sounds of the house. His eyes narrowed slightly as he heard a vaguely familiar sound; placing his glass down on the counter, he remembered it was from where he went earlier down in the basement.

Dropping down off the stool onto the floor, and heading to the basement door, he was accompanied by the familiar weight of his robes which was rather comforting. He saw Connie in front of the device with the familiar crush sound, one he wanted an explanation for.

Walking silently over to where Connie was, he stopped walking as he reached her side; Connie however was still leaning into the cold box. As she stood straight again, she barely contained herself from jumping; only letting a quick gasp escape her lips.

Even with Connie trying to cover up her complete and utter surprise, it was child's play for Altair to see the cover up without even trying.

"Didn't we talk about you sneaking up on me before?" she asked quickly, eyes a little narrowed before turning away from him and moving stuff around in the cold box again; resulting in the sound that was rather un-familiar.

"Perhaps." Replied Altair, watching as Connie pulled out her hands and clasped them together before looking through the box again; he didn't think the box was as cold as she made it out to be, and put his hand in to touch the white lined inside.

Immediate cold was brought to his fingers and after a moment of touching it he pulled his hand out, clenching his hand to warm it up faster while also showing no signs of it being too cold for him; such things were ridiculous.

Connie gave him a side glance as she continued to look through the freezer; it did appear that someone had stocked it rather recently, which left it to being Jake. He had put in some rather useful things, and it frustrated her that she didn't know it was here to begin with.

It was obvious to her that Altair was curious about the freezer, as far as she remembered; he didn't know what it was. She had never used it in front of him, and during that time in Wal Mart when she was showing and explaining things to him, there was no freezer.

"It's called a freezer." Said Connie, as she continued to examine all of the freezers contents; shuffling everything around.

"I had not asked for such knowledge." Was Altair's answer, for one, that wasn't the question he had wanted answered initially, and two, the name was un-important to him.

"You may have not asked, but I knew you wanted to." She replied shrugging her shoulders, giving him another glance.

"I would much rather ask the question of what this is." Stated Altair; pointing to the white lining in the freezer.

"That's ice." Was the simple reply as she suddenly shut the freezer after pulling out a loaf of bread and a package of meat.

Connie then quickly headed to leave the basement and enter the kitchen again; Altair ghosting behind her.

Coming to a stop in the kitchen she placed the things down on the stove to de-frost, and turned to the living room to watch some TV, and also get her mind off her head ache.

When Connie took a seat she quickly noted the bottle on her left on top of the table; the amount of liquid left in the bottle stunned her; she did not mean to drink that much and yet she had. Unfortunately for her, she had a headache caused by it.

Sighing, she picked up the remote for the TV and turned it on, it was quickly realised that the movie she had apparently watched last night had never been turned off and was now on the title screen waiting to be played again.

Seeing what it was made her question what she did the night before; had she been singing...Altair had never answered her question on what had happened the night before so she wasn't sure anymore...

An embarrassed blush came to her face, she just hoped Altair didn't view her as an immature kid, things like last night happen sometimes...

Turning the movie off then, she put the cable on and turned the channel to the news; the time on the station said it was 6:47 pm, and even though Connie knew the time was around then, it still shocked her.

The hope of her doing nothing stupid the night before vanished with more thought, and Altair's response being a smirk earlier on confirmed it.

Meanwhile after Altair had followed Connie up the stairs he headed to the room upstairs to gather the rest of his stuff, that being his sword and daggers. He had half expected Connie to demand to know what happened the night before, but it seemed she didn't care at the moment; or rather she just didn't want to know.

Though, even if she demanded it, it wouldn't make a difference to him, the knowledge she would want for the past night would not be given to her; as it was useless and unimportant.

After he had gathered everything of his out of the dark windowless room, he headed down the stairs once again, going to take a seat on one of the couches in the living room where Connie was.

As he sat down, he noticed that Connie didn't take heed of his presence; it appeared as though she was lost in thought. He looked towards the TV and as frustrating as it was, he had no idea what they were saying once again; he knew Connie was not looking forward to being back in his time, but he was sure she would be fine, from past experience, she seemed to do well in adapting to new surroundings; the only thing that was bothering her was the fact that she might be killed.

That was a reasonable circumstance to be frightened or worried about, but it was something she shouldn't be so caught up in, being an assassin as himself, he had to face death on countless occasions. He knew however that she was obviously not, but being the prepared one she was, he was sure she should have had some ounce of courage to go through with it.

Why however, was he coming up with an excuse to defend her?

"Altair?" snapping out of his thoughts, he realised that he as well had been lost in them, and had a questioning Connie looking at him as he had been looking her way.

"I'm listening." He answered; his hood was down so he had perfect eye contact with her.

"Nothing important." She replied, looking back to the TV.

Connie, he noticed, had this habit of moving her index finger up and down to an unknown beat. She was doing so right now as she watched TV, and he wondered if she herself was even aware she was doing so, as it was just something she did when she had her hands in her lap or at her sides.

Looking back to the TV himself, all he could distinguish from it where what the pictures were showing. Some pictures had what he supposed was a sun on it, while others had a sun with clouds.

This morning was becoming one that was rather boring for the two, and as it seemed nothing was happening with them, much was happening elsewhere. Without this knowledge the two sat in blissful ignorance while others sat in worried apprehension. To put it simply, you would much rather want to be where Connie and Altair were, then where Jake was at the moment.

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