Stylth woke up the next morning, better rested then he had been after so many nights of poor sleep or painful memories; he finally got the sleep he deserved. Stylth lightly clasped the bandaged arm the girl wrapped up last night, with his pawish hand. He got out of the bed he slept in very carefully not to create any noise, which he also noticed the sheets, and mattress were stained by blood from last night. He grabbed the bed for the support he needed to walk across the room. Stylth was half way across the room when the girl from last night showed up at the doorway. After Stylth saw the girl he stopped trying to reach the dresser. "You seem in a rush," the girl said. Stylth stood for a long moment in time either looking at the girl or looking rather sheepishly at the floor. Stylth could hear approaching footsteps coming down the hallway, the girl turned around to the hallway blocking Stylth's vision so he tried to look over the girl's shoulders by rising to the tips of his feet and looking past her head, but this proved to be a near fatal mistake. By putting himself at a new angle on his human feet he felt himself tier slightly over; edging ever so close to falling on his face, this was almost as bad as when he tried walking toward Corinne, but it was worse this time, Corinne was not here to save him, Stylth had to think fast. He started to fall from his tilted angle that his feet could no longer support; reacting to the situation Stylth grabbed the blankets of the bed that was anchored to the mattress and he stopped himself. The rest of Stylth's body involuntary collapsed onto the floor. The girl swiftly turned around to Stylth, who was gripping on to the bed, his left paw hand lifting the weakened body off the floor. She rushed to his aid, by helping him up to the bed, and laying him upon it, but he decided to sit up, only to be pushed back down by the girl. "Stay Stylth," she commanded, "I'll be back with some breakfast, until then don't move." The girl hurried out of the room scuffing her feet upon the floor as she went, but as she went out Bulma and a new human entered the room, Bulma stopped her daughter for a brief chatter then the girl continued on her way. The impression Stylth got from the man Bulma entered the room with was a dark, and cold as an icy blizzard. He wasn't happy to see Stylth his dark eyes centered primarily on Stylth with a deep fiery rage of hatred. The man's black hair was fashioned in a spiky hairstyle just like Grant's but there was no bangs hanging on his face, sheens of a dark golden brown glinted off his hair as the early mid day sun hit it. Besides the man's hair and angry expression on his face, his clothes were of very dark colours, but the sun showed their proper colours of a dark navy sweat shirt, with a design on it, but it was obscured by the man's arms, which were crossed over it, and black pants. The only thing the man wore that wasn't dark was his socks, which were of a very light shade of grey. "Good morning Stylth," Bulma greeted as she stood beside the bed with the man right beside her, but he was staring at the doorway now, an empty doorway. "Good morning to you too Bulma," Stylth responded. "From what I heard from my daughter, Bra. You were in quite a dilemma," Bulma said concerned. Stylth replied with a flat toned, "yes I was, but I was unconscious when it happened." The man grunted, more like a laugh the grunt was more sadistic and hurtful; obviously Stylth knew this man was a heartless fool and loved to fight people like himself, all humans he knew about before the events of the recent were like that, until he saw Corinne, the most caring human he thought, on the entire planet, no make that all the universes out there.

"What could have happened?" Bulma asked. "I'm not totally sure, for one thing the dream I had, the wound in my right arm was in it, and it some how came true," Stylth said his words spacious at the last three words. "That dream Stylth, I would like to know what were the events take took hold within it?" Bulma inquired, a bit curious about the dream and the wound relating. "Well," Stylth began, "I was floating in a black void, I turned around, but only span in the one spot." Bulma nodded to Stylth's details to the dream. "The bird thing that chased me before became visible out of the void, spoke in its thunderous voice about escaping his master the Emortal bird, then turned into the griffin," Stylth continued. Stylth noticed that the man suddenly was staring at him, his cold glare was locked on Stylth, but Stylth decided to continue onward. "The Emortal bird started to charge forward, he then disappeared and reappeared as Paige. Paige said I was "trash" and she forced her thumb into my right shoulder like what happened last night when she thought I was working for the Emortal bird as a spy, but this time my skin split open and blood came gushing out, I closed my eyes saw the mental light and woke up, and I found out I had been bleeding," Stylth finished explaining his dream.

"That wound could have been self inflicted," Bulma said diagnosing Stylth's mysterious gash, "but you tried to see your wound, but Bra had wrapped it up so you couldn't have seen it." Stylth sat up, could of what Bulma had said was true, could he had pierced his own skin by just sleeping? The thought made him quaver as he cradled the bandaged arm. Bra, the girl who had helped Stylth in the late hours of the night came into the room tray in her hands with delectable smelling food on it, and a small narrow cylinder of glass with an orange substance inside the hallow cavity, dribbled down the sides as she scuffled along the floor. "Hey," Bra said placing the tray down on the table carefully, "hope you feel better, I made this especially for you." Bulma smiled, turned to the man who was to her right and gestured to him to leave the room. Amidst the cold heartedness that the man emitted, he did what Bulma signaled and she too left the room with the man. Stylth watched Bra after she placed the tray down, she pulled a chair that Stylth didn't notice it was there until she pulled it from underneath the table. Bra pulled that chair back a small distance from the table, about half a meter. Bra moved herself closer to the bed and lent out her hand to him. "Here, so you don't fall again," she said turning a slight pink. "Uh, thank you," Stylth replied awkwardly. Stylth grabbed Bra's hand; she pulled him up from the bed and helped him over to the table with the food. Bra cautiously let Stylth down onto the chair, making sure he did not hurt himself, or fall. Stylth pulled the chair closer to the table with the food, the fragrance wafted from the warm and appetizing food to his nose as he slid the chair across the floor causing a noise to come from the chair scrapping the floor. He stuck his face into the food, taking in the cooking of Bra into his mouth, satisfying his hunger. When Stylth lifted his head for some air, for he saw Bra staring at him, wide eyed it was that look of that someone gave you if they thought you were insane. Without blinking she asked, "Have you heard of chopsticks, or a fork at that matter?" "I've heard of forks from cats that used to hang around my den, it's some sort of eating utensils, right?" Stylth asked curious she asked. "Yeah, my mom told me that you were once a wolf, but I thought you had proper manners, from judging your politeness," Bra sighed, " but I guess I'll have to teach you to use a fork Stylth." Bra reached to the right side of the food, and picked up a flat stick with a widening at one end, four spikes led off the widened end. "This is a fork," Bra stated flatly. Bra grabbed Stylth's right hand, placed the fork onto the palm of his hand, and closed his hand, into a fist shape but both ends of the fork were sticking out. Stylth stared blankly at his hand now holding the fork, which Bra grumbled and took hold of his right hand and turned his hand so that the spiky end of the fork pointed at the food. She then pushed his hand down into the food, the fork ripped into the food, and when Bra turned the fork upward an area of where the fork was piercing got upturned, like that of dirt when enough force is applied the topsoil goes flying. Bra then brought Stylth's hand with the food on the fork to his mouth. "Can you, please, uh, open your, mouth?" Bra asked uneasily. Stylth opened his mouth like he was requested, and Bra placed the food into his mouth. "Okay, you can now close your mouth, and pull the food off the fork, and eat," Bra said with that look she gave him when he ate without the fork.