The thunder outside woke Daniel from a deep sleep. He slowly sat up, rubbing his temples. "Oh, I had way too much to drink last night," he groaned. He looked around and realized where he was. He tried to remember how he had ended up here last night. He remembered taking a cab, knocking on the door, and Chelsea answering. Bits and pieces started flashing in his mind. He remembered collapsing on the sofa and talking to Chelsea. What had he told her, he wracked his brain trying to remember. He remembered Chelsea telling him he had to get over his past and that he couldn't keep pushing people away. Then he remembered that he had told her he was falling in love with her. In his drunken stupor, he had admitted his feelings. Daniel sighed, there was no way he could keep pushing her away now. There was no way she was going to believe any of the lame excuses he'd been using. Daniel's head started to pound, "Ugh, I need some aspirin." He stood up, holding onto the sofa. Then slowly made his way to the stairs and headed up to the bathroom to look for some aspirin.

As Daniel made his way upstairs he heard music coming from Chelsea's room. Nice, he thought. He walked down the hall towards her room. He poked his head in calling for her, "Chels?" He didn't see her anywhere. He took a step in and looked around. Her room was painted a dark shade of plum. There was an elaborate oak bed between the two windows. It was covered in a plum and white silk comforter. Daniel wandered around her room, picking things up and checking them out. He flipped thru her collection of cd's, taking note of certain ones. He walked past her desk, noticing the screensaver on her laptop matched her bedroom. He came to her dresser and looked at all the pictures she had on it. One in particular caught his eye. It was in a simple gold frame, a picture of her and Zack. What a sweet boy, he thought as he looked at the picture of Zack hugging Chelsea. He put it back in it's place, careful not to knock any of the others over and picked up another. Another simple gold frame, but this time a picture of Chelsea and Stephanie. He placed it back in its spot. He ran his fingertips across the top of the dresser, eyeing the drawers. No, he thought, I need aspirin. He took a step back and turned towards the door. He walked out the door and headed towards what he thought was the bathroom.