Thank you for the reviews people =) and I've decided that whenever Amy thinks anything in her head in this story from now on I'm not going to put it in italics cause really the whole story is Amy's thoughts, so it's pretty pointless when I think about it. Also RE: 5 hasn't happened in this story so Wesker isn't dead (yay =D). That's all for now =).

Chapter 5 - A New Home

After knocking on the door we only had to wait a few seconds before we heard heavy feet thudding across wood flooring. Leon and I looked at each other anticipation etched across our faces. Just then the door swung open.

"Do you have any idea how worried we've been? …Well do you! "Chris's voice boomed at me. I flinched and took a step back in shock.

"Jeez I didn't realise I had to report my every move to you what with me being a grown woman and all." I replied dryly. I saw Jill walk up behind Chris and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Chris, don…" She was cut off by another rant from Chris.

"Running off like that was stupid! Anything could have happened to you out there on your own! Did you not think for one second how dangerous that was and what worry you were putting Jill and I through! Get inside now!"

By this point I was pretty pissed off, who was he to talk to me like that? I was an adult who could do whatever I damn well please!

"Hey! Don't talk to me like that! Just who do you think you are? You're not my father; my dad's dead and has been a long time so I don't need you to waltz in trying to replace him! I'm an adult so stop treating me like a kid! I never asked to be run down by your beast of a truck, I never asked for you to bring me to America, I never asked for any of this! I agree it was stupid of me to run off like that but I panicked so I don't need you getting all high and mighty with me when I've got enough to deal with as it is!"

I took a deep breath after my minor outburst and stormed past Chris fuming. If he wanted an argument he got one, it wasn't like I didn't know what I did was stupid cause I did, but I didn't need him patronising me like that, not right now anyway. As I plonked myself on the sofa rather dramatically with Leon's jacket still draped over my shoulders I could feel Chris looking at me in shock. I glanced at Jill and she smiled warmly at me, that made me feel slightly better knowing she wasn't about to yell in my face too. Leon broke the silence.

"Chris now isn't exactly the time for screaming at her is it? Where's your sensitivity?" Leon strode past Chris and sat himself down on the sofa next to me.

"I'll get you some dry clothes Amy, mine should fit you."

Jill headed upstairs and left Leon, Chris and I alone in the lounge. I took the time to take in my surroundings; the house was huge, the walls were cream with a duck egg blue carpet and cream sofa, there was a cosy looking fireplace with photographs on the mantelpiece and there was a pine coffee table just in front of the sofa and a stereo in the corner next to a bookcase crammed full of old books by the window. The television was neatly placed in the corner of the room opposite the front door with an XBOX 360 and PS3 neatly stacked on the shelves underneath it and the stairs were behind the sofa. My eyes were just tracing the room when I noticed Chris stood in the corner next to the front door staring at me, his arms were folded across his beefy chest and he had a serious look on his face.

"You don't have to watch over me, I'm not gonna do another runner."

Chris grunted and walked into the kitchen. Once I thought he couldn't hear me I spoke.

"I don't think Chris likes me very much. I can't say I blame him though, I don't think I'd like some stranger who'd sent me on a wild goose chase living in my house either."

I looked at Leon; he had a soft look on his face, almost sympathetic.

"It's not that he doesn't like you Amy, he's just not the type of person to show emotions and it doesn't take much to piss him off. Plus he's the kinda person to take people under his wing, he takes it upon himself to protect everyone he can, he was probably genuinely worried about you. If it weren't for Jill he'd be a lot worse, she keeps him grounded."

I nodded. I guess I could understand after all he'd been through over the years. I thought the games were hard, I couldn't even imagine having to live through that for so long. I figured I was lucky, I may have lost my family and everything I know but at least I was alive, I still had a chance to live. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt wash over me, I didn't agree with the way Chris spoke to me but I shouldn't have snapped like that, they saved my life; they may have nearly killed me too but that's beside the point, I would have died for sure without them, turned into dust by the nuke if the zombies hadn't got to me first. I was gonna have to apologise; I needed to set this right.

"Leon, I'm just gonna go talk to Chris for a minute, thanks for the lending me the jacket by the way."

I stood up and shrugged the warm, leather jacket off my bony shoulders and handed it back to Leon, our fingers brushed as I passed it to him and I felt a tingle go down my spine. I could feel the heat rising to my face so I turned quickly and walked to the kitchen before he noticed. Upon entering the kitchen I could hear rustling but I couldn't see anyone, I frowned and walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen to be greeted with Chris's bum in the air, he was bent down and rummaging around in the bottom of the pantry for something. I quickly diverted my attention from his bum, feeling slightly cheeky that I was perving on the man that saved my life then took me in, not to mention he had girlfriend. I cleared my throat to get his attention and heard a loud thud against one of the lower shelves of the pantry.

"OW! Fuck that hurt!"

"Are you okay, Chris?" Chris spun on his heel to face me, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me that's all."

"I just wanted to talk for moment, if you're not too busy?..."

I peered around Chris to see what was so important in the pantry.

"No, it's okay we can talk now. I was just trying to find a pan; I thought you'd be hungry after all that shitty hospital muck they pumped into you."

"You don't know where the pans are in your own house?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Well…Jill normally does the cooking." Chris seemed embarrassed and shifted his weight from side to side.

Everything made sense now, typical man. Although I had to give him some credit, he was thoughtful enough to think of me being hungry.

"Right…Erm…Well for starters I don't think you'll find a pan in the pantry."

I remembered that my Mam kept her pans in the lower cupboards of the kitchen, so I walked over to the one closest to me; which happened to be one of the island cupboards, and opened it. Bingo. I picked a medium sized pan up and placed it on the counter. Chris stared at me with his mouth hanging slightly open.

"My own house and some stranger swans in and finds something I can't straight away. Must be because you're a woman…And for your information I was gonna look there next."

I glared at Chris and rolled my eyes, boy he was gonna be hard to live with.

"What were you planning on cooking?...Or burning more like considering you are a man."

Chris grinned. "Touché. I was thinking something along the lines of pasta?"

"Yeah okay, so where's the pasta?"

Chris looked at me blankly.

"Uhh…"

Seriously was this bloke for real? Has he never been though his own cupboards before? I sighed and walked past Chris heading for the pantry.

"You sit down, I'll cook us some food."

"Did someone say food? Cause there's one very hungry fella sat right here!" Leon shouted from the lounge.

I smiled and shook my head, men. Chris went to object but I raised my hand and pointed to the island in the middle of the kitchen. He seemed to get the hint that I wouldn't take no for an answer and quietly sat himself on a stool, resting his chin on his elbows on the grey marble surface; he looked like an overgrown kid. I was just pouring the pasta into the boiling water when Chris spoke.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?"

I paused for a moment trying to think of a good speech in my head. I didn't turn to face him because I'd never been one for apologies, I was always too stubborn, but this time I knew I was in the wrong. I took a deep breath before speaking.

"I think we got off on the wrong foot today and I wanted to say sorry. I'm sorry for snapping at you when Leon brought me back tonight and I'm sorry for running off in the first place. When I'm scared I run, that's what happened earlier, I was scared cause it suddenly hit me how alone I am now. I've never been on my own before. I also wanted to say thank you for saving my life back in England, if it wasn't for you and Jill I'd have been zombie chow or vaporized, either way I'd be dead so I'm kinda grateful that you can't drive properly and chose to hit me…" I turned my head slightly and grinned at Chris who was sat smiling to himself. "And another thing, I didn't mean the thing about not needing another father figure. It feels kinda nice to have someone worrying about me, it shows people care."

I turned around fully to face Chris and saw he was standing a few feet away from me.

"It's alright kiddo. I'm sorry too; I just get a bit wound up sometimes. It's been a stressful few months and with no leads as to where Umbrella are hiding out I've been letting things get under my skin a little easier than I would normally."

Before I knew what happened I was enveloped in a massive bear hug. Chris's huge arms were wrapped around my skinny frame so tightly I thought he was gonna snap me in like a twig. My wet clothes stuck to my body like a second skin and I cringed inwardly. Then I coughed and gasped for breath.

"…Chris!...Can't…Breathe…"

"Oh I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?...You just looked like you needed a hug." Chris laughed nervously to himself and looked away sheepishly.

Finally able to breathe again I answered.

"It's cool." I smiled at him warmly and hoped that eased his conscience.

"Mmm…Something smells good." Jill said as she breezed into the kitchen carrying some grey joggers and a navy blue baggy t-shirt, with Leon following closely behind. They both took a stool each at the island and looked at Chris expectantly.

"It's just pasta, nothing special." I replied.

"Anything is special when Chris is cooking it, remember this moment cause you'll probably never see it again."

Chris started to deny cooking the pasta when I shushed him.

"I'll let this one slide, you can take the credit." I whispered quietly enough for only him to hear.

Chris smiled gratefully and patted me on the head. It was an affectionate gesture but it reminded me that he still thought of me as a kid. I decided now was the right time to start asking questions and explaining stuff about myself. I discreetly leaned against the counter next to the oven where Chris was pouring tomato puree onto the pasta just in case he required any help.

"Amy, you should get changed. Your clothes are still drenched."

I looked at Chris wondering if he'd be okay left on his own with the pasta and he gave me a small wink. I took that as a yes and pushed myself off the counter to pick up the clothes.

"Okay. After supper is it okay if I ask you guys some questions?"

"Sure, fire away." Jill replied.

I smiled at Jill and headed towards the door leading back to the lounge.

"Where's the bathroom by the way?"

"Go up the stairs, turn left and it's the first door on your right. Just leave your dirty clothes in the wash basket behind the bathroom door."

I said my thank you's and set off for the bathroom. I didn't expect what I saw though, their bathroom was bigger than my whole bedroom back home in Eng…I really needed to stop referring to England as home, England was gone. America was my new home now. I forced myself not to break down again, I needed to stay strong. I quickly changed out of my wet clothes and into the fresh, clean ones Jill had been kind enough to give me. After splashing some cold water across my face I felt ready to go back downstairs. On my way down the stairs I noticed photo's on the wall going down, I couldn't be sure who the all the people were but I could easily pick out Jill, Chris and even Claire even thought I'd never met her. I smiled at the thought of the Raccoon City survivors having a normal life before all these viruses turned their lives upside down; they were just normal people like me. I gained comfort from the thought that they knew what I was going through and at the end of the day, they were probably just as scared as me. As I walked into the kitchen I saw black smoke billowing from the black pan Jill was holding under the cold water tap.

"What on earth…"

"Oh Amy, don't ask." Replied a less than amused Jill.

I tried to stifle a giggle as I looked at Chris's beetroot coloured face as he stood in the corner like a naughty boy, wondering how on earth he managed to burn pasta. Leon on the other hand wasn't doing such a good job at hiding his amusement, he was howling with laughter and wiping tears from his eyes.

"Guess it's a take-away then." Leon managed to spit out between waves of laughter. "I'll order us some pizzas." He said as he left the kitchen.

"Hey I told you Jill did the cooking in this house." Cried Chris in his defence.

"I'm not saying anything." I said as I slid onto the stool next to Leon's.

"One large mozzarella and one large meat feast is on it ways, they said they'd be here in about fifteen minutes. I got one of each cause I didn't know whether you were vegetarian or anything like that Amy." Leon said as he walked back into the kitchen.

I shook my head. "No I'm not vegetarian; I couldn't live without my parmo's."

My answer was met with three very confused faces.

"Oh yeah I forgot parmo's only exist where I come from. Basically a parmesan is a chicken fillet with soft white cheese and melted grated cheese on top of that. It's honestly one of the best things ever invented in my opinion."

Jill shrugged her shoulders. "We'll have to make some one time, give it a try."

I smiled and nodded my head in agreement. Just then Chris chirped up.

"I'll make myself useful and get us some drinks, anyone for a beer?"

We all raised our hand and Chris turned towards the fridge when he suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

"Hang on, are you even legal? We don't even know how old you are, I've just been assuming you're a teenager but no one's ever mentioned it."

Everybody was looking me waiting for an answer; I started to feel like I was under interrogation.

"I'm twenty, twenty-one next month."

Chris's jaw nearly hit the floor. "Twenty!"

Leon joined in. "Yeah I'm just as surprised, I thought you were like seventeen. You're tall but you have such a young face."

"Err thanks…I guess?"

"I knew she wasn't eighteen. Why didn't you just ask me if you wanted a rough age calculation?"

Leon and Chris turned to Jill and Chris spoke. "How did you know?"

"Well for starters she told us she was at university the day of the outbreak, she been referring to herself as an adult and the way she carries herself. She doesn't look immature. Honestly, you men are so dense."

Chris straightened up and cleared his throat. "Well then, I guess I owe you an apology Amy. I'm sorry for calling you kiddo and treating you like a kid."

I chuckled to myself. "It's fine, I should be flattered you's think I look so young…Anyway about this beer…"

"NO!" All three agents shouted in unison.

I jumped, their suddenly raised voices startling me.

"What do you mean no? In England the legal age to drink is eighteen and I am a native of England so doesn't that make me legal?"

"You live here now, the legal drinking age is twenty-one." Leon replied with a smirk.

"WHAT! You have got to be kidding me! I waited all those years to drink legally and now I have to wait again! Can't I just have one?..."

"NO!"

"Okay! Okay!...Party poopers…" I muttered under my breath.

"We heard that." They all replied again, that was starting to freak me out.

I decided I wasn't gonna get anywhere in this argument so I just gave up and slumped down in my seat, plonking my chin on the tops of my arms. This was just great. My sulking was just kicking in when the doorbell rang, the thought of hot food instantly took over my thoughts and my stomach rumbled loudly, snapping out of my mood I sat up and eagerly awaited the coming pizzas. Leon walked into the kitchen and placed the pizzas on the island counter and sat down next to me.

"One mozzarella and one meat feast at your service."

I waited for the others to grab a slice before taking a piece of meat feast for myself, it was greasy and jam packed full of cheese and meat but it tasted so good.

"Mmm…This is better than sex…"

I froze instantaneously after saying those words. I glanced up from my greasy pizza to be met with three sets of surprised eyes staring at me. I decided to just wing it and act like I'd meant to say it shrugging it off.

"What? You think English twenty year olds don't have sex or something?"

Jill placed her hand over her mouth and laughed, Chris sat there with his mouth gaping open; seemingly in shock and Leon just smirked at me before tucking back into his slice of mozzarella pizza. The next few minutes dragged very slowly until Leon spoke.

"So Amy, do you have a second name?"

"I do, but I don't like it. I've been using my Mother's maiden name for a few years now; obviously not on official documents though. I go by Whitfield when I'm able to."

Jill was the next to speak. "Why don't you like it?"

I sighed. "It was my Dad's surname. I started using my Mam's maiden name when he died four years ago."

I glanced up to see curiosity painted across all three of their faces.

"He was an alcoholic, he drank himself to death. We shared an unusual second name and I didn't want to be associated with him anymore after that, I was furious that he'd become so self-absorbed and didn't think about me, my Mam and my brothers and sisters. So I ditched the name and disassociated myself with him."

An awkward silence hung in the air until Chris spoke; I think he sensed that I felt uncomfortable.

"So Amy Whitfield, tell us a bit about yourself."

"Okay. I live…I mean lived with my Mam in Cleveland; I had two half-brothers and two half-sisters who were all older than me so they'd already moved out. I went to the University of Teesside and I was training to be a nurse. I enjoy sports; playing and watching, and I like playing video games, watching movies, reading and writing when I'm not out with my friends. I guess I'll be doing a lot more of that now everyone's gone."

I looked at their faces and saw sympathy wash across them. I hated being pitied but no doubt I'd feel the same for someone else in my position.

"Anything else you wanna know?"

"Uhh nope, anything you wanna know?" Chris replied.

"Yeah, how did I get these scars on my body? I mean besides being hit by a truck of course, they look like operation scars."

Jill was the next to speak. "When we brought you back to base the doctors had to do emergency surgery on you. It appears you had internal bleeding and a nasty wound on your leg. Your shoulder was just another injury from being hit by the truck but it wasn't anything too serious. Their main concern though was why you were in a coma, they managed to bring the swelling down on your brain but you showed no signs of waking up till three months later."

"I always did like my sleep." I joked.

The three of them laughed till Chris spoke again. "Jill and I took turns to stay by your bed in case you woke up, we didn't want you to panic when you finally did."

"Thanks." I smiled. It was then I felt was the time to ask about what they were going to do about Umbrella.

"Have you any idea what you're gonna do about Umbrella? I mean they can't just get away with what they've done right?"

I saw the three B.S.A.A agents look at each other then back at me. It was as if they were reading each other's minds, it made me feel uncomfortable.

"Amy, we have no leads on the whereabouts of Umbrella just yet. But I promise you when we do, we'll tell you immediately." Leon spoke solemnly.

"And we will bring them down." Added Chris. "I've got Claire and Steve digging up information on Umbrella from their workplace at Terrasave in New York, the B.S.A.A are working round the clock to find out anything about Umbrella and we're also conducting our own investigation between the three of us."

"Steve? I thought Steve died in the Code: Veronica Resident Evil game? Does that mean Luis's alive too!" I asked happily, Luis was always one of my secret favourite characters, even if he was kinda sleazy and greasy looking. I saw Leon look down and instantly I knew I'd put my foot in it.

"No, Luis is dead." Leon mumbled without looking up.

Chris intervened quickly. "We initially thought Steve was dead; me especially, but when we infiltrated an Umbrella base a few years back we found him alive and well…Well as well as could be, he'd been used as one of Wesker's play things since Rockfort Island. We managed to save him but found no trace of Wesker. Steve now lives and works with Claire in New York."

I felt awful, I hadn't meant to upset Leon, that's the last thing I wanted. I was about to apologise when Leon pushed his stool back and walked out the back kitchen door leading to a patio with two wooden benches and a table on it, he closed the door behind him and sat down just staring into the darkness.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know…" Jeez I was getting good at this apologising malarkey.

"It's okay; it's just a sore subject for him. He always blames himself for Luis's death." Jill interrupted.

We sat there in silence for a few moments before I remembered what we were talking about before we got onto the topic of Steve.

"You do know that when you three go off to fight Umbrella, I'm coming with you."

"Like hell you are!" Chris raised his voice.

"Hey! My whole life was ruined because of Umbrella, so I'm going and you can't stop me! I have a right to do this!" I retaliated. I could feel my blood starting to boil again.

"It's too dangerous and you have no experience with this sort of thing, the B.S.A.A wouldn't allow it so leave it up to us, you'd only get yourself killed and what do you think your family would say to that?" Chris hit a nerve and he knew it. I started to head towards the back kitchen door too, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. But he did have a point; I would just get myself killed.

"Amy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

I spun on my heel to face him and cut him off. "My family is dead so I wouldn't know what they'd say." I glanced at Jill's face as I turned back round I exited the back door, she looked tired and worn out and I bet any money mine and Chris's bickering wasn't making her feel any better. I sighed as I stepped outside feeling the cool night air brush against my skin; making goose bumps rise on my arms. I wrapped my arms around myself and took a seat next to Leon who hadn't even noticed I was there yet. I could feel hot salty tears rolling down my face as I sniffled them back as best as I could. Leon turned to look at me with a confused expression on his face, his brows furrowed as he saw me crying and he wrapped a strong arm around me, drawing my closer to his body. The contact of another warm human being made me feel slightly better but I could still feel the pain beneath it. I placed my cold hand on top of Leon's warm one and looked into his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Leon. I just didn't realise, I don't think before I speak sometimes."

His deep blue eyes burned back into mine and I'm sure I saw a glint of a tear as he turned his head away.

"It's fine, really. It's just a sensitive subject for me that's all. Anyway, what're you doing out here? It's freezing."

"Same thing as you I guess, I just needed some air. Chris and I have had another disagreement."

Leon chuckled to himself. "You mean to say in the two minutes I stepped outside, you managed to get under his skin again?"

I gave Leon a weak smile and laughed humourlessly to myself.

"He doesn't think I should go with you guys when you eventually go to take Umbrella down. He says it's too dangerous and I'll just get myself killed."

Leon's face suddenly turned serious as he spun me round to face him and he grabbed both of my shoulders in his big hands.

"You can't be serious about wanting to go! Amy, Chris is right. I know you feel like you want to avenge your family and friends deaths but getting yourself killed isn't the way to go about it. Trust me on this one; you're better off not getting involved."

I knew Leon was right but I had to say something. "They involved me as soon as they destroyed my life and murdered all those people. I need to do something!" I looked at him pleadingly.

Leon stared at me as if searching for what to say next before sighing and bringing me closer to him again. I sank into his muscly chest and broke down into tears; once again. God this was getting tedious, I'd never cried so much in my life, I felt weak and numb inside. I gripped Leon's t-shirt and clung to him as if my life depended on it as wave upon wave of tears hit me; all the while he gently stroked my hair to comfort me. I was lost in his touch when he spoke again.

"Amy, just let us handle this, please? We're the professionals and we'll be in and out before you know it."

I paused to think for a second before looking up to his face again and I nodded. It was probably for the best that I stayed behind anyway.

"Claire and Steve are gonna come from New York within the next few weeks when they've gathered more information and help out too so we won't be shorthanded."

Suddenly I realised I didn't even know what state I was in! How could I have forgot to ask that!

"Wait, where are they coming to? Where are we?" I asked confused.

Leon laughed. "Oh yeah, we forgot to tell you, we're in Cleveland, Ohio."

"Cleveland? Huh, whaddya know, of all the places I could end up it's the place with same name as my home town back in England. Cool."

"Do you live in Cleveland too?"

"Yup. The B.S.A.A North American headquarters are here so it's just easier to live nearby. I actually only live across the road from Chris and Jill."

I couldn't help but smile, here I was in Leon S. Kennedy's big, strong arms and now I found out he only lived across the street from where I was going to be living. Bonus! I suddenly started to blush and jumped out of Leon's arms.

"Uhh…Well that's great news; I guess I'll be seeing more of you then." I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks rapidly and I'm sure Leon could too. I turned my back to him and started towards the door. "Thanks for the chat, I'm gonna head to bed now I'm awfully tired." I faked a yawn and quickly ducked inside before I embarrassed myself even more. I'm sure I could hear Leon laughing to himself as I jogged over to the island in the kitchen towards Chris and Jill. They both turned their heads to look at me and I heard them both suck in a deep breath as if preparing themselves for my wrath. Now I suddenly felt guilty again, damn conscience!

"Listen you guys, I'm sorry for overreacting again, I'm not gonna make any excuses but I hope you forgive me."

They both breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at me.

"It's alright, Amy, we completely understand and we're sorry too. We don't mean…OW!" Jill punched Chris in the arm and glared at him; he rolled his eyes and carried on. "I mean, I don't mean to offend you all the time. I don't think before I speak sometimes."

I smiled; finally I had something in common with Christopher Redfield.

"I guess that makes two of us. Leon and I had a talk and I've realised it would be stupid of me to go with you guys, I'd be putting not only myself in danger but you guys too. I'll stay behind."

Jill placed her hand on my shoulder and rubbed it gently smiling.

"Thank you, Amy. We promise we won't let you or anyone else who died because of Umbrella down."

Just then Leon walked back inside. "Hey, I'm gonna go home now, I'll see you guys tomorrow yeah? See you, Amy."

I couldn't even bear to look at him without blushing furiously, what was wrong with me!

"Uhh…Yeah, see yah." I answered with my back to Leon.

I sensed Chris, Jill and Leon sharing a confused look but I wasn't going to stick around long enough for them to question it.

"I'm gonna head to bed now, could you tell me which room is mine please?"

Jill was the first to snap out of her confused state. "Yeah, you turn left at the top of the stairs, go past the bathroom you've already been in and it's the door right in front of you, I changed the sheets for you and laid out some of my own clothes on your bed for you already, so you can use those till we can get you some new ones. How about we go shopping tomorrow?"

I heard Chris and Leon let out deep groans.

"Jill we are not going with you, you take forever!" Chris whined.

"Who said you were coming with us eh? We're gonna have a girly day, just me and Amy. You two neanderthals can just slob out here, or better yet decorate Amy's room whatever colour she wants."

I stared in shock at Jill, I'd been here five minutes and already they were making it sound permanent, not that I was complaining mind, where else could I go?

"What colours would you like it, Amy?" Jill asked me smiling widely.

"Uhh…Umm…Violet and cream?" I picked my favourite colour and a neutral colour so it didn't look too dark or too light.

"Right well now that's sorted. You can go to bed now if you like Amy, sorry to keep you waiting."

I nodded and mumbled a pathetic thanks, I still in a slight state of shock as walked past Chris and Jill who were still sat at the counter, then past Leon; avoiding eye contact with him the whole time, who was stood in the archway in between the lounge and kitchen. I made my way up the stairs and to my new bedroom.

"Wow."

It was huge, a lot bigger than my old room and that was a reasonably big room too. I noted that I had two glass doors in the place where windows should be and they lead out onto a balcony. The room was currently plain white and had white bed sheets to match it. There was a built-in wardrobe to my right as I walked into the room with a chest of drawers slightly to my left in front of me, there was a widescreen plasma television attached the wall just past the chest of drawers and the bed was directly in front of that, there was a desk in the far corner on the same wall as the TV and chest of drawers right next to the glass doors and a bedside table on either side of the double bed. It was a pretty impressive guest room. I walked over to the bed and flopped myself down on it, it was so soft it felt like I was sinking into it. Soon enough sleep and exhaustion took over me once again and I drifted into a deep sleep, forgetting about the harrowing day I'd had.