Dib sat at the small, old wooden table that was awkwardly placed in the tiny kitchen as Nny searched around for scraps of food. The results of the search weren't very positive. A moldy loaf of rye bread, a half eaten chocolate bar, a small chuck of cheese, a small packet of pasta, a box of freezer burned chocolate popsicles and lastly sour soy milk, which, as Nny explained, only had because he killed someone who tried to sell it to him. He also added the milk wasn't worth it.

In the end Nny decided to go with making the pasta and put a rusty pot of water on the stove, that looked so old, Dib was surprised to learn that it actually worked.

"Sit tight, I'll be done soon." Nny said motioning to Dib as he still stood in front of the stove.

Dib was looking out into space, almost in a trance. He couldn't believe he was going to kill that woman, for those moments he was with her Dib's body metamorphosed into an entirely different person, one without remorse, compassion, or feeling. He knew he was going to her kill her, he could nearly feel a blade running through her, a blade led by his hand, but it didn't. And he was left with his innocence.

"Innocence?"

A strange voice snapped back at him with a sarcastic tone.

"What?" Dib snapped back with a equally venom-filled tone.

Nny narrowed his eyes and answered, unknowing that the question wasn't directed at him.

"I told you your food will be done soon."

Something about hearing the voice of a person he could see clearly soothed him and he felt an instant regret for making Nny think his remark was to him. He quickly apologized and refrained from saying who or what he really snapped at, for fear of being judged as crazy.

"I don't think you need to fear that, here."

There was that voice again, it was relentless. Dib bit his bottom lip and hoped it went away, there really was little he could do at this point.

"Are you alright?" asked the only real voice in the room.

"Yes, are you?"

Dib knew better then to be scared, but a part of him wanted to break down right then and tell Nny what was going on, but he also knew that he had no right to complain, he was lucky to be alive and he didn't want to do anything that might make Johnny want to change that.

He was able to give a simple nod, confirming he was okay, even if he wasn't really.

Nny looked skeptical, but decided not to press him anymore, he would work it out on his own.

Moments later Nny placed a cheap plastic bowl full of plain pasta in front of Dib, even though Nny placed the bowl lightly upon the table it caused it to wobbled slightly, proving how old and rotted the table was.

It was no wonder the table was rotting as there was a heavy moisture in the air, it was sticky and had a distinctive odor of different bodily smells, it was sickening, especially compared to how cool the basement was. Nny was used to it, while Dib, who was not, began to sweat and each deep breath he took resulted in no more then a choke. And he wonder how anyone could bear this.

Dib thanked Nny with a slight bow of his head, as he felt almost afraid to speak, worried that when he tried to speak it would be that other voice in his stead. Nny watched curiously as Dib devoured the bowl of food in a matter of moments, starved.

Dib wanted to speak, he had so much to say to Nny, so much to ask. He pressed his lips together and frantically moved his eyes around, looked mostly to the floor.

Nny knew something was bothering him, and thought he should try to do something to comfort Dib, but had to stop knew Dib wasn't a child anymore.

"Dib..." He began in a voice so soft, Dib had to strain to hear. Both Nny and Dib cleared their throats at the same time, Dib worried he'd need to speak, Nny pausing to assure himself he was doing what's right. "Perhaps you should take a walk, get some fresh air." Nny said motioning to the front door, and adverting his eyes. Dib was also looking away so he didn't notice anyway.

But thought that it would be good idea to get outside, he'd spent enough time in this hell of a house, fresh air would.

He nodded and stood up, showing that he agreed to the idea, with a very sudden movement of his head Nny turned back, this shocked Dib and he a made a weak little squeek out of surprise. He was acting like such a child, he knew that he knew better. With another small nod he began to walk to the door he could hear Nny tell him to be back shortly as he opened the door and stepped outside in to the cool air.