River wasn't exactly the type to be 'early to bed, early to rise.'  In fact, he was quite the opposite.  Most of the time he stayed up as late as he could, until his eyes were too heavy to open back up, and then he'd wake up in the middle of the day to start it all over again.   After yesterday, he was surprised he'd lasted as long as he did.<br/><br/>He'd been ready to doze in the hot tub but the boisterous girls had hooked his attention and any time he started to nod off, they had focused on sending a question his way.  Dragging Chris upstairs under Nadia's tutelage only exhausted him more and by the time he'd dropped Chris onto his bed and sat down on the one across the room, he barely had every to kick off his shoes.<br/><br/>"I should go get my bag..." he thought before he entered dreamland.<br/><br/>Even with being in a new house, River slept deeply.  He didn't remember any dreams and would have happily kept on snoozing until a broken glass had him sitting straight up.  "Is he back?"  River asked, panicking as he looked for the minotaur.  He clutched his pillow to his chest as a shield before coming to grips with reality.<br/><br/>"Chris?"  He asks softly, looking down at the broken glass before doing a double take back up to the blond's face.  It was easily the creepiest thing he'd ever witnessed.  His new roommate had no pupils and he was staring off into space.  The dark skinned man reached out to shake his friend when a name was muttered from those pale lips.<br/><br/>River froze, his fingers inches from Chris' sleeve.  It was a name he hadn't heard in years and the memories it dragged up were ones he quickly pushed back down into the hell they belonged.<br/><br/>"Chris!"  He yells, finally grabbing his arm and shaking his roommate.  He tried, he thinks as he stands abruptly from his bed and nearly races out of the door.  He's visibly shaken and decides that he doesn't want to know what Chris saw and to avoid it, he must find people.  He rounds the corner into the kitchen, the sound if Nadia singing and the scent of pancakes drawing him closer.  He rounds the corner just as one the delicious smelling cakes lands on his face and he freezes once again, though this time he's more stunned than afraid.<br/><br/>"I think you have it out for me Nadia," he said, casting a brief glance over his shoulder for the seer before bending over to grab the pancake.  He didn't want to be alone with Chris and he hoped he could rope Nadia into helping him maintain the distance.<br/><br/>"Food belongs in plates," he continues to joke, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.  "Here, let me."  He goes up to the batter and stirs it up before flicking some on the woman's face.  "There.  Much better. Now we're even."