When Eric was finished he listened intently to what Kat had to say. He agreed with her but he wasnâ€™t sure about interrogating Ryan and his gang. The other members he would have believed would easily be overtaken and interrogated but Ryan, he was a different matter. Eric wasnâ€™t too sure it would be that easy to do to that man. Again there was a feeling, but he pushed it back. When the discussion as over he nodded his head at her when she said it was a long day. â€œI think so.â€ He said as she walked into the bathroom.<br/><br/>Once she was out he opened up his pack that lay next to the corner beside his bed. He rummaged around till he found some clothes. â€œI think Iâ€™m going to take a shower first before I hit the hay.â€ He said walking into the bathroom. Sliding open the shower curtain he stripped and stepped in turning on the water and letting the warmth wash over him. It felt good after they day theyâ€™d had. It was amazing that he wasnâ€™t dead, as well as Kat.  His mind drifted back to those moments where he had done things he probably shouldnâ€™t have and the things he did to keep them safe. He thought he might have even, possibly flirted with Ryan a bit.<br/><br/>â€œNo, I canâ€™t think of that right now.â€ He said to himself not wanting to think of that right then and there. All he wanted to do was relax and not think about anything else work related till the morning. Turning the knob to the left he felt the cold start to shill his skin. It was a tradition he did whenever he came back from a mission alive. He would take a shower first in warm and then in cold. As soon as the cold completely consumed him he began to feel at ease. The worries and cares of the day vanished in the ripples and splashes of cold. Thinking it must have been a half an hour he finished up and dried himself. He rummaged through his clothes when he noticed he had forgotten underwear. â€œThatâ€™s just perfect.â€ He said glancing to the door. â€œWould she be in bed by now?â€ the question hung in the air for a second or two when he decided to go for it.<br/><br/>Wrapping the towel around his waist he checked to make sure it was secure, unlocked the door and peeked out. At first he didnâ€™t notice her so he opened the door and stepped out only to freeze in place. â€œHuu..â€ he began and stopped. â€œI am just going toâ€¦â€ Blushing deeply he quickly grabbed what he needed and went back to the safety of the room. He wasnâ€™t sure if she had been awake or not but just her presence there made him a little awkward. â€œStupid.â€ He said to himself dressing for bed.  Opening the door he walked out and without glancing at Kat flipped the covers and got in underneath them.<br/><br/>He lay there for awhile unable to fall asleep. He sucked in a big gulp of air and let it out leisurely. Counting he continued the process till he found the peace he was looking for. It was his, own form of meditation. He concentrated on the ceiling and let itâ€™s rough texture draw him in and engulf him in calm. As rugged and seemingly alive ceiling gave comfort to Eric. A long time he had been on a ship where the ceilings were just like the walls, hallways, and every other room on his level. To find a ceiling unlike that he was brought back to his home on earth, to his family. Not exactly a comforting thought but it was there none the less.<br/><br/>Dreams began to dance in his head and they attacked relentlessly throughout his slumber. It was his step-motherâ€™s voice that haunted him and the memories of his mother before she died. One the cold heartless bitch the other one of the gentlest women he had ever met. His father wasnâ€™t much comfort; he essentially did whatever his new wife told him, even if it was harsh treatment to his son. He moaned in his sleep though he didnâ€™t know it. To many it was assumed that he was just mentally ill and had a sleeping deficiency. To him it was where his past tried to force its way back into his life.