It's later than late. A soft knock is heard coming from outside Seth's bedroom door. Seth was sitting on his bed, his black covered art book sitting closed and next to him. His larger, yellow covered one, flipped open as he worked on an almost completed sketch of Summer. The knock on the door startled him slightly. He was pretty sure everybody else in the house was asleep. He glanced over at his clock sitting on his nightstand…3:12am. Before Seth could make it to the door, it cracked open and Summer stuck her head in.

Summer: Cohen? I saw your light on…I know you're still awake.

Seth stepped into Summer's view and waved her into the room. She stepped in and turned, closing the door softly behind her.

Seth: Um…what are you doing here?

Summer turned to face Seth again.

Summer: Uh…oh, I came to bring you this…

She pulled Princess Sparkle out of her large purse, taking a few steps towards Seth and extending her toy horse out to him.

Seth: Well, thanks…but you could have just given her to me tomorrow.

Summer: Well I figured you'd still be up.

Seth: Yeah, I was just working on…how did you get in here? Everybody else is asleep.

Summer: The kitchen doors are never locked. I let myself in.

Seth: Oh.

At first, Seth looked content with the situation, but then a look of confusion and worry set in.

Seth: Wait a minute…

Summer: Is that me?

Summer spotted the almost completed sketch of her dressed in her new costume, and walked straight for it. She eyed it up and down, trying hard to conceal a smile. She peered across Seth's room and looked out his window, trying to remind herself of why she was there. She turned on her heels, dropping the book back onto the bed and looking towards Seth. Seth's body was facing Summer, but his head was pointed towards the door.

Summer: Look, I just came over here to…

Seth: Can you give me two seconds?

Seth raised his arm, extending two fingers out towards Summer. Summer placed her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows.

Seth: I've had about five cups of coffee since I last saw you…it runs right through me…

Summer: Go.

Seth nodded and walked the few steps to his bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Summer took a few steps aimlessly around the room. She looked down at the portrait of her again. She sat down on Seth's bed and ran her fingers across the page.

Summer: (talking to herself, quietly) Remember why you're here…

Summer's hand jerked off the portrait of her and she stood up nervously walking around the room.

Summer: …just tell him that it's better if we just stay away from each other. It's going to be hard, with the comic book, but it's for the best. This way nobody gets hurt.

It still sounded the same. She had been practicing it for hours…saying it over and over again, until she had managed to convince herself. To the point where at 3:00am, she decided it would be a good idea to go to his house and tell him, but suddenly, confidence levels were running low. She had been pacing the whole time, and made her way to the other side of Seth's bed. A black art book, that she hadn't seen before peaked her curiosity and she sat down, this time on the far side of Seth's bed and flipped the cover of the book open. The first page was blank; she flipped immediately to the second, and found different drawings of Captain Oats. She flipped the next page, and found two different portraits of her, and then two more…and then two more, and so on and so on. She flipped back and forth through the pages looking over each drawing numerous times.

The latch on the bathroom door clicked and Summer closed the book frantically and pushed it away from her. She stood up hurriedly, and tried to look inconspicuous as Seth rounded the small corner and stepped back into the room.

Seth: Sorry 'bout that.

Summer: It's okay.

Seth: Yeah, so…you wanted to tell me something.

Summer: Oh…right. I just wanted to tell you…

Summer looked down at the floor, sneaking a glance at the closed art book on Seth's bed.

Summer: …um…I'm glad we're working together, and this comic book is really important to me…

Seth: It is?

Summer stood up straight, suddenly defensive.

Summer: Yes. It is.

Seth was still slightly confused at the situation but nodded his head nonetheless.

Seth: Well, it's important to me too.

Summer: Well…good.

Seth: Okay…

Summer: All right then.

Summer nodded her head, but it was more for her self than anything else. She hesitated and then looked at Seth.

Summer: I should go. It's late. I have to get some sleep.

Summer started moving immediately making a seamless beeline straight for the door. Seth caught her arm as she passed him, turning her back around.

Seth: That's why you came here?

Summer looked up into in Seth's eyes and shook her head.

Summer: No.

Seth: So…what then?

Summer took a deep breath, a whirlwind of thoughts running through her head.

Summer: I brought you Princess Sparkle.

Seth furrowed his brow and glanced at his nightstand where Princess Sparkle stood tall next to Captain Oats.

Seth: Princess Sparkle.

Summer: Yup.

Summer nodded her head affirmatively and Seth nodded his head dumbly, as he had done so many times over the past week and a half.

Summer: Okay, I really have to go. It's late.

Seth: It's later than late…

Summer: Goodnight, Seth.

Summer turned and exited the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Seth: Goodnight, Summer.

Seth shuffled over to his bed and threw the comforter back. He flipped his large art book closed and looked across his bed towards his other one. In an instant, he stood up straight, looking quickly towards his bedroom door and then back to the book. He reached over, picking it up and flipping through the first couple pages. He dropped it onto the floor and it landed with a thud. He pushed it under the bed with his foot and collapsed onto the bed, his hands crossed over his chest, staring up at the ceiling.