Scilia knew this was going to end badly. Oh how she knew, but she got a crazy idea. "Look, either I am gonna die soon, or you are. You were NEVER supposed to see me, and very bad things happen to people who see us! I don't get off scot-free and I am pretty sure my next few hours will be my last, so what are we gonna do about it?" She smirked at him, an odd sight after the doom and gloom speech she gave.<br/><br/>"You know... there are certain... loopholes that we could exploit to make sure nobody dies. But you would have to follow me and you probably won't see your house again for a while. Pack yourself a bag and follow me." She turned to the bed and picked up the covers. "Follow me, and don't say ANYTHING! Oh, and try not to stare at it. Any of it."<br/><br/>She sighed as he didn't seem to comply with this. "Look. I know you are curious about what's under the bed. There's nothing there," She crawled under and stuck her hand out to him. "Unless you have help to get there! So what'dya say human? I don't have all night, so make up your mind!"