Laying there Alfred watches as Romano bickers quietly with Arthur. Nothing makes sense here, he hasn't eaten he's sure since he's arrived nor has he had to use the rest room. He's still alive right? Slowly he touches his neck feeling the strong pulse greeting him. Next his hand moves down to his stomach feeling something churning within. Eggs? Aliens? No that can't be, if he was a host for some creature he's surely be feeling pain or be dead by now, especially if it was that tentacles babies. Hell even Louis' kids would have ripped him apart by now.

What if Romano was right and this is all…"Hmm." He hums resting his other hand on his stomach, he doesn't know how to test his theory but maybe something his Grandfather once taught him might. With his pointer finger he taps his stomach in short quick rhyme. First three quick taps then three longer taps followed by three more quick taps. As he figured nothing answered, now he closes his eyes and concentrates on the actions he just made. Three dots, three dashes, three dots, to most it's nothing but there was a time when it was important, it was a distress signal of sorts. His grandfather would laugh telling him about the stories when Captains where in charge of ships that sailed the seas not the stars and how they would communicate with each other.

Morse code he called it and now he wants to see if the little code will finally come in handy. Under his fingers after five minutes of concentration he gets an answer, three quick taps then three long taps and again followed by three quick taps. It brings a smile to his face, it's either very intelligent or it's not really there and if it's not really there then he can do something about it. But what? He knows he doesn't have enough time before he has to go back to Louis' room and honestly it's the last thing he wants. The American still can barely move and whatever Louis has in store for him this time might actually kill him.

"Alfred?"

He looks over surprised that Romano is still calling him by his name and not Bastard, "I'm still here."

The Romanite nods sitting next to him, "Good." He was watching him for a while, "Are you getting attached to it?"

"Maybe…maybe I figured out a little something." He stares up at the dark window above, "Hey Art?"

Arthur sighs from his cot, "I told you Orion to stop calling me that."

"Yeah I know but I have a question." He manages to sit up slightly with the help of Romano, "Where do you go when we sleep?"

"Nowhere."

"What!? Why do you get to stay here while I have to go 'play' with that towering bastard!?" Romano shudders at the thought of the large man with glowing red eyes and a sadistic smile, "Bastard wants me to become one with him. Whatever that fucking means."

Arthur nods, "I'm sorry but when it was just you and me Romano he was the lesser evil."

"So was Louis telling me the truth?"

"What?"

Alfred lays back down staring up at the stars, "That he controls how long the 'night' lasts and I go where ever he wants to go."

"He told you that?" Even Romano can hear the pain in the short man's voice, "Well he's half correct. He controls his world but last I checked he doesn't control where we are."

"Who does?" It's answered by silence so Alfred raises his head again, "Art?"

"Who was in charge of Orion?"

"Zeus." It's a complete lie and all three men know it. Yet as the lights dim and the two men on Alfred's cot falls asleep none say a word.

He's prepared to wake up once again in Louis' room but to his surprise it's nothing like he's seen before. The ground below his feet is a lush green grass and instead of a ceiling it's nothing but clear blue sky, "What the hell is this?" Romano says his mouth dropping in amazement. Out of all the rooms he's been in this one is the most peaceful, but can this even be considered a room? "Alfred?"

"Guessing this is new to you too huh?" Alfred turns back as the grass stretches out into gentle rolling hills on one side with a thick forest on the other side. "This feels…"

"Peaceful." Romano finishes noticing a small cottage sitting on the edge of the forest, "Think we should try it?"

Alfred shrugs, "I'm already knocked up so what else could really happen."

"We get eaten." While he says it Romano walks down a worn path towards the cottage.

"Great so am I Hazel or Gretel?"

"What?"

"Never mind Dude." He slows his pace as the old fairy tale plays through his head, "Just stay behind me and if it looks bad run like hell."

Romano can't help but laugh, "You've never met a Romanite before."

"Guessing that means you can run." Alfred stops completely hearing what sounds like humming coming from the front door. He listens hard as Romano continues to talk.

"Run? We're the fucking best at that and well the other thing but you're too young to know about that." He smirks not realizing that Alfred has stopped, "But you will one day."

"Shh!" Alfred manages hearing the humming getting louder, "Romano-"

"Did you just shh me motherfucker?" Romano glares back, "You human bastard, you don't shhh me…" He only stops feeling a presence behind him. Slowly he turns around to meet a pair of terrified jade eyes, "Oh my apologizes Miss." Romano says with a soft smile, "I didn't realize a young beautiful lady was here."

Alfred instantly notices how the curl that bounces off of the Romanite's head has shaped into a small heart. "Yeah…I'm Alfred and this is Romano." He's not sure if she can be trusted or not but the way she looks fearfully at them tells him she at least for the moment is harmless.

Her golden blonde hair falls to her shoulders as her small body trembles watching them, "Is Father with you?"

"Father?" Both men say at once.

Alfred clears his throat as she nods, "Who is your father miss…"

"Cecilia, my name is Cecilia Kirkland and my father is Arthur Kirkland." Alfred notices she can't be more than fourteen or fifteen. "He…are you like the others?" She takes a small step back as she nervously wrings her hands together.

Romano shakes his head, "We're nothing like those bas-monsters." He smiles sweetly at her as Alfred nods.

The Captain kneels slightly, "We do know your father though. He's one of our friends." Instantly he sees relief wash over her face, "Can we ask you a few things Cecilia?"

"Yes sir um would you two like tea?"

"It's Alfred honey and sure Earl Grey. Hot…um please." Both men dare to follow her into the cottage and find it, "So does your father visit you often?"

As she hands them two cups of tea she shakes her head sadly, "No…and I've been waiting so long for him to visit me…I think he's forgotten about me."

"No, I'm sure he hasn't." Romano says sweetly, "When was the last time you saw him?"

"When he put me here, he told me he'd be right back but…that feels like a century ago." She looks down as if she's about to cry.

Alfred can't stand to see her cry so he takes her hand and gives her a wide smile, "He still loves you. So how did your father 'put' you here?"

"It's a long story…" She squeezes his hand thankful to feel him squeeze it right back.

"It's okay Miss Cecilia we have time."