When in Rome he thought, taking off his trainers he stretched and fall on the mattress, finding it surprisingly comfortable. Closing his eyes he yawned being lulled into a proper sleep, this time no images of horror, instead confusing dreams about his feelings for Jayee, he would wake up after about four hours. For now his mind handled his puzzlement of the girl by giving him dreams to make him relax, dreams to arouse, dreams to make him think.<br/><br/>Before his eyes shut for last time, he saw her face like an angel almost, but not the cliche kind, the true kind, the ones who helped those who really needed it, the ones who fought for good. Armed with her sword and holy strength, she was a breath of fresh-air from the people in he normally saw, gushing fangirls and people declaring him an inspiration.<br/><br/>One last sentence would leave his lips to her or to his image of her, "Even angels deserve cry."<br/><br/>With that he was out now, totally unconscious.