After the fit of giggling Isaac had left the living room to find some way to distract himself, he was tired but unable to sleep so he went to the lower level of the house where the taxidermy shop was. This reminded him of the bat he had lost in the fighting and he frowned sadly, he had been very much looking forward to that project. The putrid smell of death reminded him that the undead coyote was still there, he found it huddled among the display cases.<br/><br/>Isaac had no new projects to work on so he did the only thing he could think of and brought the coyote to the nearest empty work table and patted the surface. The coyote hopped up obediently and Isaac went to work. He was glad his father chose to leave him alone. Mr. Payne was so grateful of his sons safe return that he did not have it in him to tell Isaac to go to bed. It was several hours later when Isaac finished with the coyote and the shop needed to be vented of the awful smell. Isaac smiled at the coyote, it would not be a problem now as he had stripped the beast of it's skin and innards and gotten rid of them completely. The bones were still stained and dirty but it was a marked improvement of smell in comparison. Isaac brought the coyote upstairs with him where it would not be seen wandering around by random visitors or customers and went to bed.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The next morning he awoke to an early set alarm feeling like hell in a way he never had before. The smell of breakfast perked him up and made his way to the living room with the skeleton of the coyote silently on his heels. Mr. Payne rose his eyebrows at the unusual companion but Isaac simply shrugged and nothing more was said of it. Isaac had already explained everything to his father so it did not matter that Vivio was still here. Apparently she had slept the whole night on their couch. He clicked on the television and stared at the screen without really paying attention to what was on with his breakfast balanced on one knee and his coffee clutched between his cold hands. Isaac found he was always cold when he had a resurrected companion.<br/><br/>Isaac was sitting cross legged in boxers and a pull over hoodie on, chewing on his first piece of bacon when Vivio wandered into the room. The bone coyote rose it's head to look at her with it's empty eye sockets from where it lay on the floor in front of Isaac's chair. "Morning... Good time to get up. There is breakfast," he rose his plate to her, "and coffee." He added as he took a sip. He sounded tired and looked as tired as he sounded with dark bags under his white eyes.<br/><br/>The teenager watched his female classmate closely to see what she might do. She still looked out of it a little bit and he had no idea how she would be this morning. Vivio had been far from lucid last time they had seen each other so he wanted to make sure she wasn't going to snap her fingers and blow up their house and the taxidermy shop below them.