Rowan stood in front of the refrigerator, his face glowing with the light from the bulb. The rest of the kitchen was dark, quiet. He didn't mind that- let him relax. He did mind the noises his stomach was making- he hadn't meant to miss dinner, he had just slept through it. Jasper was working him harder as the days progressed, showing him tricks Rowan wasn't allowed to touch when he was younger, and letting Rowan try out new ideas- though most of the ideas he turned out were shot down. Only a day or two left before the plane. He ran his hand threw his shorn hair- it spiked and was blue but lacked an inch and a half. An inch and a half he missed.

"Wasting your life away?" Rowan jerked his head at the sound of the female voice. Daisy stood there in the shadows. "I'm remembering the good old days when I had more hair. Great, now I sound like I'm 80 years old."

"Huh. Well you're wasting electricity." Rowan turned back to the fridge and pulled out the makings of a sandwich. He started to close the fridge and turned back to Daisy whose face was disappearing in the closing light.

"You want anything?" She shook her head before the light fully went out. He walked to the table, eyes quickly adjusting to the light from the moon that made it's way in via the cracks and missing threads in the curtains, from underneath the door and the small red lights from the various appliances that wished to prove that they were alive.

"How can you see anything?"

Rowan shrugged and realized she couldn't see it. "I dunno. I have magic eyes?"

"The cute remarks might get you off with Peter and the rest of that gang but you can't use them on me Douglas."

"So were on a last name basis now?" She shrugged.

"It just seems to fit. Add to the menacing tone." She reached her hand out, groping and Rowan grabbed it, placed it on the cool table where he made his sandwich straight on the metal, crumbs falling where they may. "How are you going to fit that in your mouth?" He shrugged.

"So why are you in here?" He pushed the mammoth stack of bread and fillings into his mouth.

"I want to know where Jaime is." He choked coughed and almost regurgitated his sandwich but swallowed hard.

"I don't know where he is." He got up and went to search for something to drink, grabbing a carton of chocolate milk. He showed it to her- "Milk- I heard it does the body good. So milk."

"Good stalling but I want to know." He tried to protest but she continued on. "I know you know and I'm not trying to get you to tell Peter or anyone or even tell me where he is. Just, is he ok?"

"Yeah. He's fine. Great."

"You going to follow up on him?" Rowan choked again. He really had to stop eating while Daisy was talking because the bombs she was dropping was slowly destroying the lining of his throat. He went through the ritual again of coughing choking and swallowing, taking part of his throat with the chunk of food. "I mean think about it. He was gay, you've got a history with, er."

"Prostitution?"

"Yeah. A history of you know."

"Yeah."

"So like implying."

"Anyone else come to this conclusion?"

"No. Not that I know of. I think they all think you weren't expecting it. The look on your face was pretty disbelieving when he came out. I've just been thinking about it."

"Huh." Rowan deemed it safe to take another bite. "Has Kat said anything about me?"

"She wishes you were closer to her."

"Knew that. Anything else?"

"No."

"I just, we're alike but some things not everyone could get. You know?"

"Yeah. Well I'm going to bed."

"Wait! Why'd you ask about Jaime?"

"He seemed to be a half decent guy and it was shitty of us how we treated him. Kinda cute too but that road has been destroyed. Tell him that?"

"Yeah." Rowan sat in the darkness and finished his sandwich. Putting dishes in the sink he walked towards the moon lit dock, pulling paper and pen from his pocket.