The light above them was not helping his pounding head. As Allen gaped at the smiling girl, he tried to think of a way to explain himself to her.
"Allen? Are you alright?"
"What? How do you know my name?!" Allen burst out without thinking, forgetting about his polite introduction.
"You talk in your sleep."
How long had he been here?
Allen got up and looked out at the sky. It was cold, really cold, and the sun was up for the morning.
Crown Clown sprang up around him, and he felt the girl's hand on his shoulder.
"It's not fair that I know all about you, and you know nothing of me. I am Kurisuta Hikawa. I'm a priestess."
Allen looked at her. "Then why doesn't Crown Clown like you?" It was a fair question. She could be a Noah.
Kuri just smiled. "It's protecting Neah probably. I gave him quite the zap earlier." She clenched her hands, and he saw sparks flying through them.
Allen opened her bedroom door. They were not, as he thought, in a house. It was a large building, rather like the Order actually. Was this the—
"American Order of the Cross." Kuri grinned. "My family founded the Black Order."