Someone had forgotten to put him to bed, so Beau rested comfortably in the kitchen on his perch, bathed in moonlight. It was quiet, but right now he was awake. He heard a noise and softly hissed.

Remy tried to be quiet as he came in about 4 a.m. after a hard night in town. He entered the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, spilling light into the quiet room.

It was flock! He blinked and yawned in the light, waiting for flock to call to him.

He pulled out the milk and started drinking, leaving the door open as he rummaged for something to eat. Peanuts and pretzels weren't enough, especially after hard drinking.

He decided to use the most exciting sound he knew, the one he had been practicing for a long time. He moved his tongue around, making sure he knew where to put it, then called to flock.

"REMY!" The man nearly had a heart attack, leaping back from the fridge and extending his staff. Scott was here? How the hell did ol' tightass Scott know he was here? He flipped on the lamp by the phone. No one was there.

The human jumped and flailed around. This was a fun game! He decided to do another flock call and see if he could make the human jump again.

"REH-my!" Rogue was pissed at him now. "Oui, mon ange?" he said tentatively, searching the shadows for her.

The human twitched again. He was having great fun. Flock was wonderful to play this game with him.

A low growl came from the bird's cage. "Remy!" The bird perfectly imitated a pissed-off Logan. He walked over to the cage. "Why you tryin' to give Remy white hairs?"

He had flock's attention now. He fluffed up, comfortable. Time for flock to talk to him.

The bird fluffed out and looked up at him sweetly with innocent dark eyes. "Don' give Remy that look, cher. He know what you do." He sighed and swigged some milk. "Damn' bird. Don' suppose you do anyone else?"

He started beak grinding. He was warm and safe with flock paying attention to him.

The bird started making a loud noise with his beak and half-closed his eyes. Remy shook his head and put the milk away. "Don' know why Logan have to bring you here. Stupid bird." He walked to the door, turning off the light.

Flock was leaving! Flock should never leave! He called desperately to flock.

"Remy!" This time the overwrought voice of Kitty followed him, and Remy laughed despite himself, heading up the stairs to bed.