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Sara helped Eli up onto the wing and started pushing her lightly. They didn't speak to each other. Eli was singing some song and Sara was thinking. She didn't know weather to give Eli a scolding or to buy her another ice cream for a job well done.
That kiss was intense. It was all fire and energy, and if they weren't in a public place with children around they might have....
"Sara, you're not pushing anymore." Eli complained. Sara shook her head and noticed that Eli had almost completely stopped swinging. She mumbled an apology and started pushing again. "Sara?"
"Yeah?"
"How come you are so mean to Ian?" Eli asked, a mix between sympathy and confusion.
"I'm not mean to hi-" She managed to get out before getting cut off.
"Yes, you are. You were yelling at him in the ice cream shop and you yelled at him again after he pushed me on the swing." Eli told her.
"It's a bit more complicated than that." Sara answered, not sure how you explain the current situation.
"What can be so complimacated? I just want to know why you are mean to him." She answered simply. Sara hid a smile at the mispronunciation. 'Why all these questions about Nottingham? Did he put her up to it or what?' She looked over to where he was sitting, watching them. He caught her eye for a second before glancing down. 'Why does he look at me like that?'
"Eli,why are you so curious about this?" Sara asked.
"Because I don't like it that you yell at him." Eli replied bluntly. "He's a good person and Mommy taught me that you should be nice to everybody, especially good people."
"You think he's a good person?" Sara asked, sarcastic hint to her voice. Eli turned around the best she could in the seat.
"No, I know it. He protects me from bad people, he makes sure I eat and stuff like that. He even reads me stories and plays with me. My daddy doesn't even do stuff like that." She answered, a bit sad at the end before she went on. "He taught me how to punch and he doesn't get mad and lose his temper like my Daddy. He would never hit me, either." Sara was looking at Eli suspiciously. Lose his temper? Would never hit me? This sounded an awful like child abuse. Sara was about to ask something when Eli added, "He didn't even get mad when I made him kiss pikachu good night."
Sara laughed. "He did what?" She asked in between giggles.
"He kissed pikachu because pikachu said he wouldn't sleep with out a kiss." Eli answered. Sara shook her head and laughed even more. She felt her eyes watering she was laughing so hard. 'The things this kid can do.'
"What's so funny, Sara?" She asked, confused. Sara shook her head.
"Nothing. Eli?" She asked as she tried to calm down.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Who is your father?" Sara asked. She was curious to find out who this sweet little kid belonged to.
"Jacob Carver. He works with Iron man." Eli told her. Sara started laughing again. 'Iron man. Geez, this kid is going to make me laugh to death.'
Sara noticed Eli had stopped trying to pump and was just letting her legs dangle down on the sand. "You want to get off now?"
"Uh huh." Sara stopped the swing and helped her off. "Sara?"
"Yes?"
"Promise not to be mean to Ian anymore? Please?" Eli asked, a perfected kicked puppy dog look faced in her direction. Sara sighed.
"I promise. Or at least to try. That good?" She asked. Eli nodded.
"Good puppy." She said before giggling and running back to Ian.
-Later-
Sara checked her watch and griminced. "Ya know what, kiddo? I hate to do so, but I gotta leave." Sara told Eli, who once again did her perfected kicked puppy look.
"Please stay, Sara." Eli begged. "Ian probably won't take me to the park again and I'll be up in the mansion place all by myself. Please don't go yet!" The little pout was almost too much to handle. Sara had to turn away to decline.
"Sorry, Eli. I'm sure you will have plenty of fun up at the mansion with Ian." Sara felt like smacking herself. That must have been one of the biggest lies she ever told. What child would have real fun up in a big place like that with only stalker boy to play with, no matter how much he was probably spoiling her.
Sara thought for a second and smiled. "Eli?"
"Yes?" She replied sadly.
"How would you like it if I came over on Saturday with one of my friend's daughters?" She asked, laughing at Eli as her whole little being lightened up.
"Yeah! I'd like that!" Eli shouted happily. She started skipping over to Ian. "Ian, Ian! Sara said she gonna come over with friend's daughter and we gonna play!" She announced cheerfully and out of breath.
He smirked and looked over at Sara. "What will be happening?"
"Danny and Lee are going out of town and they asked me to watch their daughter for the weekend. Una is about Eli's age and I think they would get along. Ya know, have some fun." She explained.
"Are you sure your partner would not mind his daughter going to such a place?" He asked her.
"He shouldn't. Espcially if there is another kid there to keep her occupied. Do you mind?"
Well," He started. Eli looked at him, absolutely horrified that he would say no. He had to keep from laughing. "I think it will be all right." He finished. Eli breathed out, rather loudly, in relief.
"Alright, it's a date then. Oh!" She looked at her watch again. "I really gotta run. See you, Saturday." She nodded at then and took off.
"Bye, Sara! Don't get mutilated by flying monkeys!" Eli called after her. Sara stopped and looked back at her before going into another fit of laughter. She shook her head and left.
Eli started giggling and Ian looked at her sternly. She looked up at him innocently. "What?"
He tilted his head. "Ms. Carver, do not give me that look. You know very well not to tell people that." He told her, expecting her to apologize. Instead, she started giggling again. "What is so funny?" He asked her.
"You sound like my tutor." She said in between laughter. He sighed and took her hand.
"I believe it is time to return now." He told her.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" She whined. "One more hour. Please?" She begged. She was about to give him the look she gave Sara when he turned away.
"Not this time. We are leaving." He told her, trying to be stern. She sighed and started walking.
"Alright." She mumbled.
Back in the car, Eli couldn't keep still. She couldn't wait for Saturday. A thought suddenly hit her and she frowned.
"Ian, will I still be here Saturday?" She asked him. "My daddy won't pick me up, will he?" She was very anxious sounding. He picked up on it.
"I do not believe so. It will take him at least two days to return, and he would call before hand. He will not return to get you any time soon." He assured her, bringing on more thoughts of his own.
'I have just realized it. Mr. Irons, nor Mr. Carver have called to inquire about the girl. This is rather odd for any man, even a rich one to do. I would think that if he truly cared for his daughter, he would at least check up on her. What is this man doing to her? And if it as bad as it seems, why does she seem so..... Normal?'
"Ian?" His thoughts paused as his attention half turned to her, the other on the road.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Why do people kiss with their tongues?" She asked. Ian almost ran over a biker from accidently swerving the car. "Whoa." Eli mumbled.
"Why do you ask such a question?" He asked her, startled.
"Well, cause you and Sara were kissing and I saw you guys use your tongues." She replied innocently, actually being innocent this time. "Is that what you are suppose to do?"
"Well......" He started. For one of the first times in his life, he was at a lost for words. How do you explain this? He kept his eyes on the road, and then spotted something. "Eli, would you like to get another happy meal for dinner?" He asked quickly.
"Happy meal?! Yes, please please please please!" She asked, her mind now off her previous question. Ian nodded, very happy that the plan worked.
"Yes, you may get whatever you want." He told her. She shrieked happily.
"Then I'll get ice cream, and slurpee, and....." She went on and on, which was, Ian thought, better than answering certain questions.
-Later-
Eli spent the rest of the trip happily eating her happy meal. Ian didn't even mind that she was throwing her garbage on the floor of his car. As long as she kept quiet and didn't ask any more of those questions. When they pulled into the extended driveway, she was busy playing with they toy that had come with the food.
He turned the car off and unlocked the doors. Eli jumped out from her seat, almost falling when she hit the ground. He shook his head. This kid was so clumsy. She started skipping back to the mansion. Ian followed her up the stairs. Eli got to the door and twisted the doorknob, which proved that the door was unlocked. Before she could go in, Ian put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her. He looked at the door suspiciously, knowing for a fact that he had locked it.
Something had to be wrong. He looked down at Eli, who was looking back up at him partly confused and partly afraid. He smiled at her, trying to assure her everything was fine. "Eli, I am afraid we forgot the basket ball in the car. Will you be a good girl and retrieve it for me?" He asked her. She nodded and he handed her the key to the car. "Do not go driving off into the night now, little one."
She smiled and nodded again. "I won't. I promise." She said before she went back to get the basketball.
Once she was out of sight, he turned back toward the mansion. He opened the front door and stepped inside. Something was definitely wrong. It was too quiet, especially for a big house full of a million things that go bump in the night. The switch to turn on the lights was to the right. An attacker would probably try to hit him before he got a chance to give away where he was possibly hiding.
He quietly made his way to the neighboring wall, carefully watching and listening for whoever was here to give away their position. His head turned to the left just slightly, almost unnoticeable. It took control not to smirk. There was a plus side to a lack of noise: He could hear the man's; it was too heavy to be coming from a woman, breathing from the left side of the room.
Just as he predicted, as soon as he tried to turn on the lights, bullets started flying his direction. This man was no better than the first. If possible, he was worst. He barely needed to dodge the accuracy of this shooter was so bad. And what type of gun was this? Too loud to be a rifle and too many bullets to be a shotgun. Cheap hand gun, not a real threat. Not to him.
Faster than this man could blink, he saw this shadow of a man right in front of him. Another blink of the eyes and his gun was out of his hands. This whole situation was out his hands, and had comfortably relocated into his opponents.
He felt something grab him by the neck and pin him against the wall. High against the wall. The pressure of it made him want to loose his stomach. He tried kicking out with his legs, only to feel a sharp pain in both of them, along with hearing a God awful snap. He groaned out in pain. As if that was not worst enough, he felt a sharp pointy object against his throat.
"Now, since you have already been impolite enough to drop by uninvited, please have to courtesy to tell me what the hell you are doing here." Ian growled at him lightly, making every word more hateful than the next until the man's shivering was very apparent.
"I.... Here...... Kill...... Girl....." The man muttered out. His accent was very thick and much like the first man's. Now, to which country did it belong to? And why did it sound so familiar?
"Why do wish her dead? She is but only a child!" He hissed at him. The man coughed, but no words followed. Ian lowered him to the ground and loosened his grip on his neck. But he made sure to increase the pressure of the blade he held. "Answer the question!"
"She is the means to an end!" He replied, just as the first had said. What was that suppose to mean? As if reading his mind, he added. "The end to a line so corrupt that even as a child, she is already tainted with its teachings. Incest, polygamy, murder, parricide. And she will be just the same."
Ian's eyes narrowed as the blade drew a drop of blood. An appalling assumption! "It is obvious you do not know her. You were not ordered by your superior to come. Why did you disobey?!" He asked him angrily.
"They wouldn't listen. I.... I tried to warn them, tell them that she would betray them. But they did not. And I have been with them my entire life. And they choose her." He replied, absolutely disgusted. "Always expect them to choose family they barely know opposed to a friend they have known their whole life. But they will learn, that demon will be just like her whore of a step mothe-" He had no time to finish ranting. His neck was broken by then.
Was of a mind to use the blade, but it was too messy. Something he could not hide from the little one as she came in. He quickly tossed the body into a nearby closet for the time being. Just as he had shut the closet door, Eli had come to the front door, trying to dribble the basketball.
"Ian?" She asked cautiously. She didn't like the dark too much. The light in the hallway came on for an answer. She smiled at Ian and threw the basketball at him, which he caught. She closed the door behind her and watched as Ian locked the dozen or so locks on it.
He had her go straight to the bathroom for a bath. She was rather quiet during the whole event, save for a complaint about him pulling her hair too hard. "Today was fun." She said suddenly.
He nodded in agreement. "Yes, it was."
"Can we do it again tomorrow?" She asked hopefully. She pouted when he shook his head. "Why?" He never did answer.
After the bath was done, he got her pajamas and left them with her to change. When he checked in on her, she was leaning against the edge of the sink, trying to brush her hair again. She didn't say anything when he took it from her. Only a whisper like whining as he finished brushing her hair for her. He started leading her to her room when he noticed she was leaning on him and he was dragging her rather than leading. He shook his head. The day must really have had been tiring. He stopped and picked her. If she did not wish him to, she did not say so.
She was already asleep by the time he had gotten to her door. He had the privilege of tucking her in without reading a fairy tale or showing signs of affection toward her what he now considered hideous pokemon stuffed animal, though he did place it by her for her to hold. He pulled the blankets up around her. He looked down on her, making sure not a thing was forgotten.
Then something funny happened. He suddenly had an urge to kiss her, as she lay asleep like a perfect angel. Not in any romantic way, just on the fore head. It felt like he should do it. He shook his head and the feeling faded. It was along day for him as well, and it had not yet ended. He turned his back on her and turned off the lights before he left her room.
Now was the time to ponder what he knew.
Sara helped Eli up onto the wing and started pushing her lightly. They didn't speak to each other. Eli was singing some song and Sara was thinking. She didn't know weather to give Eli a scolding or to buy her another ice cream for a job well done.
That kiss was intense. It was all fire and energy, and if they weren't in a public place with children around they might have....
"Sara, you're not pushing anymore." Eli complained. Sara shook her head and noticed that Eli had almost completely stopped swinging. She mumbled an apology and started pushing again. "Sara?"
"Yeah?"
"How come you are so mean to Ian?" Eli asked, a mix between sympathy and confusion.
"I'm not mean to hi-" She managed to get out before getting cut off.
"Yes, you are. You were yelling at him in the ice cream shop and you yelled at him again after he pushed me on the swing." Eli told her.
"It's a bit more complicated than that." Sara answered, not sure how you explain the current situation.
"What can be so complimacated? I just want to know why you are mean to him." She answered simply. Sara hid a smile at the mispronunciation. 'Why all these questions about Nottingham? Did he put her up to it or what?' She looked over to where he was sitting, watching them. He caught her eye for a second before glancing down. 'Why does he look at me like that?'
"Eli,why are you so curious about this?" Sara asked.
"Because I don't like it that you yell at him." Eli replied bluntly. "He's a good person and Mommy taught me that you should be nice to everybody, especially good people."
"You think he's a good person?" Sara asked, sarcastic hint to her voice. Eli turned around the best she could in the seat.
"No, I know it. He protects me from bad people, he makes sure I eat and stuff like that. He even reads me stories and plays with me. My daddy doesn't even do stuff like that." She answered, a bit sad at the end before she went on. "He taught me how to punch and he doesn't get mad and lose his temper like my Daddy. He would never hit me, either." Sara was looking at Eli suspiciously. Lose his temper? Would never hit me? This sounded an awful like child abuse. Sara was about to ask something when Eli added, "He didn't even get mad when I made him kiss pikachu good night."
Sara laughed. "He did what?" She asked in between giggles.
"He kissed pikachu because pikachu said he wouldn't sleep with out a kiss." Eli answered. Sara shook her head and laughed even more. She felt her eyes watering she was laughing so hard. 'The things this kid can do.'
"What's so funny, Sara?" She asked, confused. Sara shook her head.
"Nothing. Eli?" She asked as she tried to calm down.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Who is your father?" Sara asked. She was curious to find out who this sweet little kid belonged to.
"Jacob Carver. He works with Iron man." Eli told her. Sara started laughing again. 'Iron man. Geez, this kid is going to make me laugh to death.'
Sara noticed Eli had stopped trying to pump and was just letting her legs dangle down on the sand. "You want to get off now?"
"Uh huh." Sara stopped the swing and helped her off. "Sara?"
"Yes?"
"Promise not to be mean to Ian anymore? Please?" Eli asked, a perfected kicked puppy dog look faced in her direction. Sara sighed.
"I promise. Or at least to try. That good?" She asked. Eli nodded.
"Good puppy." She said before giggling and running back to Ian.
-Later-
Sara checked her watch and griminced. "Ya know what, kiddo? I hate to do so, but I gotta leave." Sara told Eli, who once again did her perfected kicked puppy look.
"Please stay, Sara." Eli begged. "Ian probably won't take me to the park again and I'll be up in the mansion place all by myself. Please don't go yet!" The little pout was almost too much to handle. Sara had to turn away to decline.
"Sorry, Eli. I'm sure you will have plenty of fun up at the mansion with Ian." Sara felt like smacking herself. That must have been one of the biggest lies she ever told. What child would have real fun up in a big place like that with only stalker boy to play with, no matter how much he was probably spoiling her.
Sara thought for a second and smiled. "Eli?"
"Yes?" She replied sadly.
"How would you like it if I came over on Saturday with one of my friend's daughters?" She asked, laughing at Eli as her whole little being lightened up.
"Yeah! I'd like that!" Eli shouted happily. She started skipping over to Ian. "Ian, Ian! Sara said she gonna come over with friend's daughter and we gonna play!" She announced cheerfully and out of breath.
He smirked and looked over at Sara. "What will be happening?"
"Danny and Lee are going out of town and they asked me to watch their daughter for the weekend. Una is about Eli's age and I think they would get along. Ya know, have some fun." She explained.
"Are you sure your partner would not mind his daughter going to such a place?" He asked her.
"He shouldn't. Espcially if there is another kid there to keep her occupied. Do you mind?"
Well," He started. Eli looked at him, absolutely horrified that he would say no. He had to keep from laughing. "I think it will be all right." He finished. Eli breathed out, rather loudly, in relief.
"Alright, it's a date then. Oh!" She looked at her watch again. "I really gotta run. See you, Saturday." She nodded at then and took off.
"Bye, Sara! Don't get mutilated by flying monkeys!" Eli called after her. Sara stopped and looked back at her before going into another fit of laughter. She shook her head and left.
Eli started giggling and Ian looked at her sternly. She looked up at him innocently. "What?"
He tilted his head. "Ms. Carver, do not give me that look. You know very well not to tell people that." He told her, expecting her to apologize. Instead, she started giggling again. "What is so funny?" He asked her.
"You sound like my tutor." She said in between laughter. He sighed and took her hand.
"I believe it is time to return now." He told her.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" She whined. "One more hour. Please?" She begged. She was about to give him the look she gave Sara when he turned away.
"Not this time. We are leaving." He told her, trying to be stern. She sighed and started walking.
"Alright." She mumbled.
Back in the car, Eli couldn't keep still. She couldn't wait for Saturday. A thought suddenly hit her and she frowned.
"Ian, will I still be here Saturday?" She asked him. "My daddy won't pick me up, will he?" She was very anxious sounding. He picked up on it.
"I do not believe so. It will take him at least two days to return, and he would call before hand. He will not return to get you any time soon." He assured her, bringing on more thoughts of his own.
'I have just realized it. Mr. Irons, nor Mr. Carver have called to inquire about the girl. This is rather odd for any man, even a rich one to do. I would think that if he truly cared for his daughter, he would at least check up on her. What is this man doing to her? And if it as bad as it seems, why does she seem so..... Normal?'
"Ian?" His thoughts paused as his attention half turned to her, the other on the road.
"Yes?" He asked.
"Why do people kiss with their tongues?" She asked. Ian almost ran over a biker from accidently swerving the car. "Whoa." Eli mumbled.
"Why do you ask such a question?" He asked her, startled.
"Well, cause you and Sara were kissing and I saw you guys use your tongues." She replied innocently, actually being innocent this time. "Is that what you are suppose to do?"
"Well......" He started. For one of the first times in his life, he was at a lost for words. How do you explain this? He kept his eyes on the road, and then spotted something. "Eli, would you like to get another happy meal for dinner?" He asked quickly.
"Happy meal?! Yes, please please please please!" She asked, her mind now off her previous question. Ian nodded, very happy that the plan worked.
"Yes, you may get whatever you want." He told her. She shrieked happily.
"Then I'll get ice cream, and slurpee, and....." She went on and on, which was, Ian thought, better than answering certain questions.
-Later-
Eli spent the rest of the trip happily eating her happy meal. Ian didn't even mind that she was throwing her garbage on the floor of his car. As long as she kept quiet and didn't ask any more of those questions. When they pulled into the extended driveway, she was busy playing with they toy that had come with the food.
He turned the car off and unlocked the doors. Eli jumped out from her seat, almost falling when she hit the ground. He shook his head. This kid was so clumsy. She started skipping back to the mansion. Ian followed her up the stairs. Eli got to the door and twisted the doorknob, which proved that the door was unlocked. Before she could go in, Ian put his hand on her shoulder and stopped her. He looked at the door suspiciously, knowing for a fact that he had locked it.
Something had to be wrong. He looked down at Eli, who was looking back up at him partly confused and partly afraid. He smiled at her, trying to assure her everything was fine. "Eli, I am afraid we forgot the basket ball in the car. Will you be a good girl and retrieve it for me?" He asked her. She nodded and he handed her the key to the car. "Do not go driving off into the night now, little one."
She smiled and nodded again. "I won't. I promise." She said before she went back to get the basketball.
Once she was out of sight, he turned back toward the mansion. He opened the front door and stepped inside. Something was definitely wrong. It was too quiet, especially for a big house full of a million things that go bump in the night. The switch to turn on the lights was to the right. An attacker would probably try to hit him before he got a chance to give away where he was possibly hiding.
He quietly made his way to the neighboring wall, carefully watching and listening for whoever was here to give away their position. His head turned to the left just slightly, almost unnoticeable. It took control not to smirk. There was a plus side to a lack of noise: He could hear the man's; it was too heavy to be coming from a woman, breathing from the left side of the room.
Just as he predicted, as soon as he tried to turn on the lights, bullets started flying his direction. This man was no better than the first. If possible, he was worst. He barely needed to dodge the accuracy of this shooter was so bad. And what type of gun was this? Too loud to be a rifle and too many bullets to be a shotgun. Cheap hand gun, not a real threat. Not to him.
Faster than this man could blink, he saw this shadow of a man right in front of him. Another blink of the eyes and his gun was out of his hands. This whole situation was out his hands, and had comfortably relocated into his opponents.
He felt something grab him by the neck and pin him against the wall. High against the wall. The pressure of it made him want to loose his stomach. He tried kicking out with his legs, only to feel a sharp pain in both of them, along with hearing a God awful snap. He groaned out in pain. As if that was not worst enough, he felt a sharp pointy object against his throat.
"Now, since you have already been impolite enough to drop by uninvited, please have to courtesy to tell me what the hell you are doing here." Ian growled at him lightly, making every word more hateful than the next until the man's shivering was very apparent.
"I.... Here...... Kill...... Girl....." The man muttered out. His accent was very thick and much like the first man's. Now, to which country did it belong to? And why did it sound so familiar?
"Why do wish her dead? She is but only a child!" He hissed at him. The man coughed, but no words followed. Ian lowered him to the ground and loosened his grip on his neck. But he made sure to increase the pressure of the blade he held. "Answer the question!"
"She is the means to an end!" He replied, just as the first had said. What was that suppose to mean? As if reading his mind, he added. "The end to a line so corrupt that even as a child, she is already tainted with its teachings. Incest, polygamy, murder, parricide. And she will be just the same."
Ian's eyes narrowed as the blade drew a drop of blood. An appalling assumption! "It is obvious you do not know her. You were not ordered by your superior to come. Why did you disobey?!" He asked him angrily.
"They wouldn't listen. I.... I tried to warn them, tell them that she would betray them. But they did not. And I have been with them my entire life. And they choose her." He replied, absolutely disgusted. "Always expect them to choose family they barely know opposed to a friend they have known their whole life. But they will learn, that demon will be just like her whore of a step mothe-" He had no time to finish ranting. His neck was broken by then.
Was of a mind to use the blade, but it was too messy. Something he could not hide from the little one as she came in. He quickly tossed the body into a nearby closet for the time being. Just as he had shut the closet door, Eli had come to the front door, trying to dribble the basketball.
"Ian?" She asked cautiously. She didn't like the dark too much. The light in the hallway came on for an answer. She smiled at Ian and threw the basketball at him, which he caught. She closed the door behind her and watched as Ian locked the dozen or so locks on it.
He had her go straight to the bathroom for a bath. She was rather quiet during the whole event, save for a complaint about him pulling her hair too hard. "Today was fun." She said suddenly.
He nodded in agreement. "Yes, it was."
"Can we do it again tomorrow?" She asked hopefully. She pouted when he shook his head. "Why?" He never did answer.
After the bath was done, he got her pajamas and left them with her to change. When he checked in on her, she was leaning against the edge of the sink, trying to brush her hair again. She didn't say anything when he took it from her. Only a whisper like whining as he finished brushing her hair for her. He started leading her to her room when he noticed she was leaning on him and he was dragging her rather than leading. He shook his head. The day must really have had been tiring. He stopped and picked her. If she did not wish him to, she did not say so.
She was already asleep by the time he had gotten to her door. He had the privilege of tucking her in without reading a fairy tale or showing signs of affection toward her what he now considered hideous pokemon stuffed animal, though he did place it by her for her to hold. He pulled the blankets up around her. He looked down on her, making sure not a thing was forgotten.
Then something funny happened. He suddenly had an urge to kiss her, as she lay asleep like a perfect angel. Not in any romantic way, just on the fore head. It felt like he should do it. He shook his head and the feeling faded. It was along day for him as well, and it had not yet ended. He turned his back on her and turned off the lights before he left her room.
Now was the time to ponder what he knew.