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Hiro's P.O.V.

I woke up later, my arm numb. I thought I had simply slept on it wrong, but when I tried to move it, I noticed that I couldn't. I also noticed that my arm itched. Something was laying on it, and it was really itchy. I opened my eyes.

Erika. She was laying there. She was causing my arm to go numb by having her head laying on it too. I couldn't move; I didn't want to wake her up. Instead, I simply lay there, staring at her.

The light was on. I just then noticed. When was it turned on? Last time I was awake, the lights had went out.

Wait.

I remembered earlier. The lights had went out, the storm was raging, and Erika and I had fallen asleep . . . with the lights out . . . no one else awake . . .

"Frick," I heard Erika mutter as she woke up, yawning. "What happened?"

Her eyes widened a little bit when she saw me, but she didn't move. Which was weird. If it surprised her, or if she didn't like it, wouldn't she move?

"Um . . ." I said, looking around. "I have no clue."

Erika rolled her eyes, sitting up. But I think it was playful. "You're so helpful."

I laughed. "I know."

Erika swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing. She walked over to the door. "You coming?"

I shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "I guess . . ."

She rolled her eyes again, sighing playfully. I think. Then, she reached for the handle. She had already slipped out the doorway by the time I had even finished stretching. I got to the door, yawning. I walked down the hallway, my eyes weary of the lights still. I wasn't used to waking up like that.

As I reached the kitchen, Erika opened a cabinet.

"Okay. So, we technically still haven't eaten yet, and it's"-Erika leaned over to check the time on the microwave-"now 3:20. We need to eat something. I'm positive you're hungry. We have all kinds of cereal. Which kind do you like? We have Fruity Pebbles, Captain Crunch, Lucky Charms, Honey Nut Cheerios, and some Froot Loops."

I had no idea what those were.

"Whichever one is your favorite." I said, hoping she didn't notice my feeling-out-of-place look on my face.

Instead, she smiled at me, then pulled out Fruity Pebbles (I have to admit, they are me favorite.). She closed that cabinet, but turned right around to open up another one. She pulled two medium-sized bowls from that cabinet, setting them on the counter.

"You pour, I'll get the milk. Okay?" She asked, not really giving me a chance to answer.

As she opened the fridge, I sighed. I don't know why, today just felt . . . off.

Then, when I picked up the box, a ring filled the silence between us. Erika jumped, almost dropping the milk. She looked to her pocket, and shook her head. A small smile was on her face.

She grabbed the phone out of her pocket, clicking the 'answer' button. "Hey, Amity."

I could hear muffled voices on the other end of the line. "Yeah . . . I still haven't found her yet . . . I just got up . . . yeah, sorry. How 'bout I call you back with the answer? I'll go find her right now . . . okay. Bye."

Erika hung up the phone, then sighed again. Then, she turned to me.

"Can you take charge?" Erika asked, a smirk on her face. "Or do you need me to help you make a bowl of cereal?"

"I can take care of myself, you know." I said, pushing her.

"I know," she said. "But I'm going to call my mom. Maybe she'll tell us where the heck everybody else is. They couldn't have slept through that without waking us up."

I nodded, getting back to work on making the two bowls. I watched as she pressed buttons on the screen of her phone, but I didn't really try to memorize anything. As I poured the cereal into the second bowl, though, I heard the phone start to dial.

"Hello?" I heard, but I couldn't tell what the noise was in the background. Apparently Erika questioned this, too.

"Hi, mom?" Erika questioned. I couldn't hear the other side anymore; she had walked out of the room, probably to go stand by the glass door. "Is that you?"

I could only hear bits and pieces of the conversation yet again. I hated being curious and only having half of the information. Instead, I focused on the cereal. I poured the rest of it, closing the box. I grabbed the milk, poured that, then set the two bowls on the table. I put away the milk, then went to find Erika.

Erika's P.O.V.

I had just gotten off the phone with my mom when Hiro walked into the room. He rested a hand on my shoulder, (I think) reassuringly. He didn't talk, but I pretty much knew what he wanted to know.

"My mom was out. She was driving the others around, buying us all some celebratory things and whatnot. I don't think that's what they were doing, because if that were the case, they would've taken us with them. But I did hear the sound of the car, so the driving part I know is correct." I explained. "I just don't know where."

Hiro looked thoughtful, looking out the window. It was a few minutes before he spoke. "Well . . . At least they're safe, you know? They're telling the truth, I know it. They'll be back soon with the drinks, and we can watch that movie about the dragon-dude again. How does that sound?" He asked, smiling at me.

I sighed. "You know, that is my favorite movie."

Hiro pretended to act hurt. "And what about mine?"

I rolled my eyes. "I've got the real thing," I said, wrapping my arms around his stomach. I let go quickly, then changed the subject. "So, how are the 'battle wounds'?"

Hiro chuckled, looking at all the bandages down his arm and torso. "I guess they're fine. They don't really hurt anymore."

There was a comfortable silence for a second, then Hiro turned to the door. "You want breakfast before they get here or not?"

I smiled at the childish look in his eyes. "I guess."

And I followed.