Neither of the demons had bothered to come get him last night and although it irked him, he didn't let it get to him. He still had a plan to get back at them. After they'd gone to sleep, he'd taken the laborious process of bringing the wood inside, a couple of pieces at a time. Thomas had a fireplace in the front room. So he started with that. Fitting as much wood as he could into the small recess in the wall, he grew a little smile. After the poor fixture couldn't ft anymore, he started to put them stacked against the wall in front of the fireplace. In a shirt time, he'd completely covered the fireplace, then the surrounding part of the wall, then just the entirety of the wall itself. He still had quite a bit of wood, and the sun seemed to have disappeared, but he was proud of it. Looking towards the fireplace showed nothing but a wall of wood. Bringing in the rest of the wood he had chopped, he just stacked it front of the wall some more, making a good layer of wood between wall and him. Deciding to crash on the couch, he figured that'd be a good enough way to tell Shula how well he was going to listen to her. She wanted chopped wood, well there she was. It took up the entire wall, it was almost like a wall made out of lincoln logs, the thought making him smile. Drifting off to sleep, he awaited the sharp yelling of one of the demons finding his little surprise.<br/><br/><i>The air crackled around him, he couldn't tell quite where he was in the hospital, but the walls of the room looked lit up, more orange than their typical sterile white. It took him a second to catch his bearing, realizing the room he was in was the one he'd spent plenty of time in already. A deep sense of urgency filled him, as well as regret. He knew what was coming, but he couldn't stop it from happening. Turning his gaze to the bed, it wasn't the same. It wasn't right. Each moment seemed to take an eternity as he ran towards the side of the bed, the red lights of the monitors beeping maliciously as the room seemed to fill with a hazy smoke. The heat of the room seared his skin as he ran forward, the bed only getting minutely closer. Finally reaching the bed, he turned the paled skinned being on the table, to look into the eyes of his sister, glassed over, unresponsive. A tear fell from his face, striking hers, hitting the side of her face and running down. Where his tear hit seemed to ignite, the path burning the skin of the pale skin, rippling like a wave over that half of her face. Faelan only barely recognized the woman, the complete change of appearance wasn't his sister at all, but still the ache in his heart yearned for the woman, and as the hospital room razed around them, he sunk his head into the cold flesh of the body, crying.</i><br/><br/>Faelan was covered in a fine layer of sweat when he woke up, not because of the nightmare, but because of the yelling. Rubbing the tears out of his sleepy eyes, he turned to see Thomas, red in the face, staring at the wall of wood. A magnificent torrent of obscenities flowed from the demon's mouth as he expressed his anger. The nightmare still fresh in his mind, Faelan could already tell that today wasn't going to be a fun one. Sitting up on the couch, rubbing the sheen off his face, he tried to force a smile, to mock the demon, but even then he couldn't. "Shula said she wanted me to chop wood, well there you go, should last you until winter. Or whatever fucking cycle of seasons you dickheads have down here."