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Sadly I don't remember anything between the point of having passed out and waking up. Any points I might have had were all fuzzy, like some sort of dream. Yet at the same time, I really didn't have any of those either, dreams. Instead all I eventually could recall was waking up in bright light at first. Blinking, I had tried to get my bearings as to where I was, but to no avail. Instead the first thing that hit my senses was the smell of something brewing and food. That didn't make any sense at all, unless I had made it at some point while half dead to the world.

Eventually the sensation of soft covers and blankets came to reasoning. Wherever I was, it was at least comfortable. Then the lighting dimmed a bit, my eyes having adjusted and I found the familiar walls of my own home. How had I gotten back home? The last thing I remembered was going with Aaron to the party, hanging out, so on and so forth, and then….no….It had to have been a dream. Right? Well maybe Aaron had finally taken me home that had to have been it. Yet, John was the last person I saw, at least I think anyway. Oh it was so confusing, which didn't help the already swelling headache I was starting to get. I rubbed my forehead and groaned before turning to look at the clock on my bedside table. It was 9 a.m., thank the heavens it was still a weekend.

All that was left to do now was just to get my lazy butt out of bed to find out who it was that had been making such an aroma rousing smell. As I had flipped the covers of I realized I hadn't been taken out of my clothing. I had slept the whole time in my…bed clothes. I suppose I should be grateful that whoever it was that had brought me home, had only at minimum put me in night clothes, or had done something worse. The latter idea made me shudder just a little.

In any case, I walked over to the door and stepped out, closing the safety of the room off from behind me. Crossing my arms across my chest I made my way to where the kitchen was slowly and carefully, trying to hear any sounds that might be stirring. There was nothing, however, so I ventured to the kitchens door. I had expected to see Aaron standing in the kitchen making food, but it wasn't. Instead, there was no one standing there, which perplexed me. Before I could make a motion to wander into the room before me, a voice startled me.

"Ah, good to see your awake." a thick accent came from behind me, I jumped and gave out a pitiful attempt for a scream. I then whirled around to reactively throw a hit at the person, but they caught my arm before I could reach them. It forced me to take a moment to gauge who it was that was speaking. My eyes traveled from straight forward where it was at chest level, to up at the face before me. My gaze went wide with shock. It was John! Well at least it was a familiar face.

"You scared the hell out of me!" I exclaimed, an almost brooding under current tone in it. "I would have hit you!"

"But you didn't, and glad you didn't because that would have hurt." He stated plainly, but then gave a warm smile after that. "I am glad you're alright however. I was worried you might not wake for another week."

"Another week?" my face went pale. "How…how long was I out?"

A look of sympathy crossed his face as if he were trying to say he was sorry, which he really was, "You've been out a week to the day. Sorry."

"A wha?"

"A week."

"You're joking right?" I breathed. "Right?"

"Nope." he stated and finally walked by me to check on the food and drinks. "Whatever was given to you and the others was pretty potent."

"Did you-?" I began to inquire then about whether I had been touched or not, after all one could not hold their waste for a week.

"Maybe." he added sharply, my eyes going wide. "Oh come onnnn, it was nothing like that!"

"Oh really it wasn't?!" I stammered.

"I've got morals!" he exclaimed back raising a brow.

"Uh huh likely story, right." I was not convinced.

"Would you rather have so-" he continued, but I cut him off.

"No, okay fine thank you." I quickly stated.

"Your welcome." John gave a small scoff of a laugh.

"About the previous thing though, you're not making any sense. What stuff? And are you talking about the party? And more over what about my job? Ohhhh my boss is going to kill me." I began to pace.

"Sure I am. Yes the stuff at the party, the stuff that knocked you and dozens of over attendee's out. Also taken care of." he pointed a finger at her. "Made a few calls and got you on leave until you were better. Your welcome."

"And Aaron?" I asked hopeful he was okay.

"Amazingly awake before you were." he stated plainly. "Was worried about you though. I told him I'd watch over you so he could get back to work. No point in two people being out a job now would it. As for your other friend though…."

"What about her?"

"Still haven't seen her about." a frown creased his face now. "Just a bit concerning."

"Oh, hopefully she'll be okay, and maybe crop back up. Maybe she just was as out of it as me." I stated, I knew I was lying to myself. She had been taken.

"Maybe." John gave a thoughtful look, but then took the cooking food off the pan and slid it onto a plate before putting it onto the table. "There you go. Breakfast, no reason going hungry."

I stared down at the plate of food. It had been a nice gesture, but how could I honestly eat when one of my friends was still missing. It just didn't seem right. I could tell John noticed my expression to and tilted his head with concern a bit.

"I can't." I stated paled.

"Why not? People have to eat eventually." He tried to play off, knowing how humans were.

"It's just…." I looked at him with sad eyes. "How can I eat knowing Sansa is out there somewhere? Probably in trouble at that."

He sighed, pursing his lips as he sat down across from me, the chair turn the wrong way round as he faced me, arms crossed over the chairs back, "How can a doctor make a tough call when they know it could kill their patient, or a space astronaut make a critical choice when they know if they do it they might not be able to do anything after that, or a boss having to make that decision whether or not to give grace to their employee? Because they have to. Now eating something shouldn't be as hard as that. Am I right?"

"No." I sighed in defeat and began to eat and then looked up. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Aren't you going to eat too?" I asked. I didn't want to eat rudely in front of someone if they hadn't eaten as well.

"Oh don't worry about me." he stated as he picked up a cup of coffee. "I already ate."

"You sure?" I blushed. "I mean I don't want to-"

"Well if it'll shut you up and get to you to eat…." John gave a teasing smirk, his head tilt to the side. "Oh fine."

Hah, he probably hadn't eaten and had just been being nice, I liked it. He went and grabbed himself something to eat. As he did though, the thoughts whirled in my head. Where had Sansa gone? She had to be somewhere. As I glanced over at John a moment I began to get the strangest feeling he might have the key to the answer on that. I didn't want to impose though and assume such, so I just ate.

"So what did happen?" I did at least want to know that. John took a sip of coffee as soon as he came back to the table, thought for a moment with the cup to his lips and then put the cup back down quickly and pointed at me.

"That's not the question you should actually be asking?" he stated. I gave a confused look.

"What do you mean? What should I be asking then?" I inquired.

"Think about it." he stated and took another drink from his coffee before digging into his own food. I did think. I thought hard about it as I picked at my food. What should I be asking? Feeling like I was coming up short though I just gave another question.

"Why is it-" I began.

"Yes!" John exclaimed. "Exactly!"

"Wait what?" I gave a baffled look. "Seriously?!"

"Seriously." he stated flatly. "Why? Why then, why you ….and them!" He gestured to outside as a generalization. "Why any of it?!"

"I don't get-" I tried again.

"Don't you see?! There has to be a reason!" he persisted. "The other question you should ask yourself is who….who could have been behind this?"

"Okay…" I gave a weird face at the questions asked, but I tried my best to let those thoughts sink in. Why was it the party? It could have been anyone or anywhere. Why were the people taken and who could have taken them?

John could see the wheels that were starting to turn around and around in my head. He didn't say anything though for a few long moments, probably letting me eat some before going at the discussion again. Eventually though, he put his fork down and looked me in the eye, his gaze more serious. It almost seemed like a gaze someone would give if their puppy got ran over, or telling someone their uncle Billy Joe Bob was dying, or even that nervous I don't know how to ask someone to marry me sort of stare. Whatever it was, it was going to be big and probably important.

"Alex?" he began, I gave him my full attention. "What do you believe?"

I was about to ask what he meant but he put up a hand to silence me, "Seriously, what do you believe. Ask yourself that one question. If you must you can ask what you believe in."

I tried again to answer him but he wouldn't let me, "Answer me after we're done."

All I could do was nod before I continued to eat. There was no more discussion between us until my plate and his plate alike were cleared. Then as if it were some silent acknowledgement, he gave me a nod so I could talk and trust me I tried to think hard on that question. I really didn't know what he meant, but I had the faintest feeling he was asking me something not as simple as what I believed in, in the situation at hand. It was as if he was asking me something …bigger. Something more ambiguous, just out of reach. That's when by the time I was able to speak, it had finally dawned on me after thinking of all the possibilities of what he was trying to get at, and the sad thing was, after all of this that had happened, I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't believe it. At least, not yet anyway. Yet…at the same time I wanted too, and that sheer fact that I wanted to, made my heart race like crazy in my chest. I was afraid though, too afraid to give him the answer he was probably hoping to hear, because he was looking at me as if he was longing to hear the exact words I wanted to actually say…."Aliens….there real.", but I just couldn't bring myself to say that because why would I, it was crazy talk. Aliens weren't real and yet, some part of me knew that was just the biggest lie I could have told myself.

"I….I don't know." I breathed, feeling the disappointment swell even in my own chest. Johns face was crest fallen, but somehow he could still see something within me because the next thing he said lead me to believe so.

"Well then, I suppose you're going to have to figure that one out." He stated and got up, putting the plate in the sink, then looked at me with a sullen face. "Until then though, I don't think I can help you."

"What?!" I exclaimed, what was that supposed to mean?

"You heard me." he grabbed his jacket and put it on. "Right now I can't help you."

He pursed his lips inward and licked them a bit as if to wet them, "But, when you're ready….You'll know where to find me."

He took an envelope out of his jacket pocket and put it on the table, leaving his hand there briefly before stepping back and staring at me. I tried to come up with words, but my mouth just could not mutter them right now. I was stunned, baffled, out of sorts. Worst of all it made John smirk which somehow wanted to infuriate me, yet I couldn't even object to that.

"Anyway," he continued suddenly not seeming to feel comfortable with the silence. "Lovely breakfast thank you for your hospitality. We'll have to do this sometime again."

He walked to the kitchens door and then looked back, my eyes still fixated on the envelope before me, "Again, glad you're okay though. I hope things go well….with work and all….ya know."

He was then gone, I heard the front door shut. That was when I quickly grabbed the envelope frantically, finally having come out of my bewildered state that John somehow had put me into, the nerve. In any case I ripped open that envelope and dumped out its contents. Out came two things. One, a note that was folded up neatly. The other came out with more of a clatter onto the table and then bounced to the floor. Perplexed, I leaned over to look at the floor where it might have landed. There on the tile, was the oddest thing I had ever seen and an irony at that! It was a key! The question was, to what? How was it that one man could leave so many questions behind in his wake. With hunger that not even food could fill, I had to know, I wanted to know. It made my heart race again as I picked it up and then quickly opened the note. Inside on the paper it said "Come find me when you believe."

Well that sure as hell was vague. He said of course I'd know where to find him, but how, where? The coffee shop? That had to be it, that's where we met before. Then why the key though? There had to be more to this than what was given. It forced me to take both the key and the letter to the front door to ask about it, however, by the time I tried I was too late. He was already gone. I sighed and leaned up against the open door frame, the letter and key both drooped at my side. I stared out at the world before me for what seemed like forever before raising my hand to look at both the key and the note again. Frustrated, I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and went back inside to try and move on with my day. Life was too short not to after all.