Roxie nodded.  She had found a place to sit at one of the two chairs that surrounded a small table in his kitchenette.  "I don't remember all of it, but I saw my parents and I...I felt the poison.  I felt what they felt, and how scared they were.  And then it was over and just...black.  And then I felt it through the Mossy Peak leader's perspectives.  The bomb took them quick, but they were terrified."  She said, trying to explain what she had seen.<br/><br/>She was tired.  The blush had faded from her cheeks, but it left just dark circles under her eyes.  "I've had trouble sleeping all week, but this is the first time I've dreamt about anything.  I usually just wake up uncomfortable and unable to get back to bed."  It was another reason why she didn't want to go back home, she had almost thought she might sleep better here.  Once the hot water was ready, she stood up and took the extra cup he had put out for her, preparing her own cup of tea.  Roxie was always the independent sort, but his kitchen up here was small, and it again put them in close proximity.