Desmond nodded as he listened to Annie, finally beginning to feel the wear of the day on his body as she mentioned sleep "Yeah, sleep would probably be a good idea..." Would he be able to sleep after what he had just been through? Desmond wasn't sure, even though he was able to take these most recent events in stride, it still didn't change the fact that his life was going to be irreversibly different from now on. Desmond was aware of the dangers the world held, the unknown dangers that haunts children's dreams at night, and they were aware of him.<br/><br/>Desmond saw as the wind picked up Annie's hair, making it flow freely behind her. There was something almost sad about the way she looked as she sat at the bottom of the stairs, the moonlight reflecting off of her. It was almost as if she didn't belong where she was and she knew it, like an angel that fell from grace. Still, he was glad that she was watching over him, it made him feel safe, even though he knew he was far from it. Desmond stood there a moment longer, wondering what it was that Annie was thinking, but decided that it was best to just leave it alone. He remained a moment longer before speaking, his tone was gentle, almost sympathetic "Well...good night Annie" He turned and paused "And Annie....thank you"He opened the front door and walked inside, closing the door behind him.<br/><br/>The closing door sent resonating echoes through out the house, seeming to amplify the emptiness of it. His mother was off on a business trip somewhere, and wouldn't be home for the next few days. Desmond seemed to be going through the motions as he walked over to the fridge and pulled a frozen pizza out of the freezer and tossed it in the oven. Many night he has had to go through this routine, as his mother needed to work almost constantly to afford their somewhat expensive lifestyle. Some nights, Desmond could feel the echoes of loneliness resound through his mind, working to break his will as a pick axe works to break a stone. Desmond usually just shrugged this feeling off, but tonight it was working full force. Knowing what he knew, and not being able to tell anyone about it, this just seemed to fortify his feeling of isolation.<br/><br/>Desmond was pulled out of the pit of his thoughts by the ringing of the alarm on the oven. He walked over and opened the oven, grabbing a pot holder and taking out the pizza and placing it on a plate. Desmond did not taste the pizza as he ate it, the effort of chewing seeming to take all of his concentration. Until now Desmond did not feel the consequences of the days events, but now they hit him like a sledgehammer. Desmond had to practically drag himself up the staircase and to his bedroom. The bedroom was moderately large, with a simple interior made up of a dresser, a computer desk with a dell desktop computer, and a queen sized bed with white sheets and blankets. Desmond plopped onto the bed, letting his exhaustion flow over him as his eye lids grew heavy. Desmond mind began to drift away as he looked at the light blue ceiling of his room before falling into the blackness of sleep.