The Professor had said, "Get some rest." And she did. The moment she hit her pillow, she fell asleep. But as every night, her dreams were interrupted by memories. Memories of her normal life, back at school. Memories of her family, together and happy. Then of her mum becoming sick. The family seemed to deteriorate as she did, arguing-because it was easier than talking. Avoiding each other for the same reason. Endless days at the hospital. And then, the last memory, her father, going for coffee at the hospital canteen and never coming back. Alyce woke, shivering because of the freezing air and the cold sweat on her forehead. She stumbled towards the bathroom, feeling sick. She turned the light on. It burned her eyes and made her head throb. She hastily flicked it off. She sank to the floor. Her cheek as pressed against cold tiling. Slowly the nausea faded, and left her with that horrible feeling of being alone. She returned to her bedroom, stopping to turn on the lamp, squinting so it would have he same effect as the bathroom light. It didn't. She crossed to her wardrobe, her clothes already on their hangers. The first time they hadn't been stored in her bag for months. She pulled off the flannelette PJ's and instead pulled on jeans, a hoodie and ugg boots. She swept her hair back into a ponytail. Lastly, she picked up her key and jammed it into her jeans pocket. She left the room, shutting the door without it creaking and quietly stepped out into the darkness. She counted the doors as she pasted them. When she got to the sixth one, she tapped softly. There was a moment of silence, and she turned back towards her room, knowing she had been stupid. It must have been two in the morning. Then she jumped as she heard the door swing open. A dark figger blended in with the shadows surrounding him.

"Sorry," she whispered, "I just…it's too creepy, being alone…uh, don't worry." She shook her head, and turned to leave. When she heard him speak, Alyce knew that she hadn't woken him.

"It's ok, I wasn't sleeping. There is a very good show on TV. About some… 'Ghostbusters' I believe they are called." Night crawler stepped aside, allowing her in. Inside, the telly was projecting various colored lights onto he wall. A bag of chips were open, on the bad, and a book was open halfway, facing down onto the mattress. She sat on a velvet covered chair , in the corner. Kurt started to talk, just letting her listen, at first. Then he began to ask questions, drawing her into conversation. He told her about the marks on his arm's and back. They are angelic symbols, by Gabriel. Had she ever heard of him? No, but she'd seen Constantine and their was a Gabriel angel in that. Kurt had liked that movie. What other movies was he in? The Matrix she answered. Ahh, yes he said. Everybody talked about that movie. They must have talked for an hour, and eventually her eyelids became heavy, and seemed to close at their own accord. She was still listening though, even mumbled an answer occasionally. Perhaps it was the softness of the velvet against her skin, or the stressful events of the day. Perhaps, even, it was the company. Probably all, that made her drift into a deep sleep. There were no memories, not even nightmares or dreams. Just a blackness that she welcomed after months of exertion and sleepless nights, without a father.