You sleep heavily all through the night, not disturbed by a single thing. Until dawn breaks and the morning rays burn your eyelids awake. You slowly stretch in place and sit up. Your eyes falling on the fist sized hole in the wall and the events of last night come rushing back to you and you groan at your poor decisions. “Good morning~” Alistair says, materializing in the corner of your room. “Alistair…” You blush and glare at him with sleepy eyes, you could tell your saying his name gave him a bit of joy as well. “Aww, unhappy to see me? Your bright red ears tell a different story.” He taunts. “What did you do to William and Madame Leota while I was asleep.” You confront him. “Nothing at all. I was here the whole night.” He says.

You raise a brow, not quite believing him. “You were in my room the whole night? Just watching me sleep?” You say, suspicious of him. “Merely watching over you. So no one would disturb your slumber.” He says and for some reason you trust him. "What did you do to me while I slept?" You ask, almost afraid of the answer.

"Nothing but watching your breathing." He says. You rub the sleep from your eyes and sigh. "Ugh, why haven't you just killed me already?" You ask, dragging your hand down your face. "If you would really like to know, I think killing you would be such a waste of your potential. Not to mention I like you." He says smirking at you and leaning on his cane nonchalantly. Your heart skipped a beat at his admission, but you tried to hide it as best you could. You slide out of bed and walk over to your closet to change. “Don’t even think about it.” You say to Alistair from behind a privacy screen. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He says, rolling his eyes. While undressing you find the blood-stained handkerchief in your waist coat, and it sends a chill up your spine to remember what you had done. Unsure of what to do with it, you open your undergarment drawer and pull up the false bottom where you store your double-barreled flintlock pistol and its effects.

You set it gently next to it and put the false bottom back in place, ruffling the clothes around to hide it again. After you’re done dressing you walk out and over to the door, but before you open it you remember you have a particularly dangerous ghost following you around at the moment. You turn to him and look him up and down. “If you are going to be following me around all day, do you at least mind dematerializing, so the others don’t become… suspicious?” You ask. “Alright, if you insist.” He says and vanishes. You sigh a breath of relief and open the door and walk out into the hall.