The next morning, Luna had awakened in the hospital, and was in no pain. Much to the surprise of the nurses, she had miraculously healed with the exception of a scab on her head. It was apparent that she didn't need to remain there any longer. However, the doctors urged her to be off work for a few weeks, just for precaution. Sadly, Luna had no choice but to oblige to the conditions. After she changed into her clothes and was discharged, she walked out of the hospital. It was sunny and clear in the skies, but there was plenty of snow remaining on the ground.<br/><br/>"Well, I hope Simon hadn't destroyed the place..." she mumbled to herself as she grabbed the card with the mystery man's contact information. Curiosity stirred as she began wondering if it would be appropriate to make contact with this gentleman. If anything, he could at least help her figure out what happened after leaving the cafe. There was a phone number on the card, and she began to make note to try and call it when she arrived back at her apartment.<br/><br/>After walking a rather annoying distance, she had arrived at her apartment. When she walked in, she noticed a large bag of cat food being torn into, food everywhere, destroyed furniture, and the works. Thankfully, the cat hadn't urinated or defecated outside of the litter box. He was left to his own devices, and she was to blame for it. As she walked and sat on the shredded couch, she saw a rather agitated Siamese cat. It was Simon, and he was definitely pissed off. Luna frowned as she reached over and tried to pet him. He growled before latching his teeth into her hand and dashing off into the kitchen, hiding under a table. She yelped and grabbed her wrists, clearly seeing blood seep from the injury. Groaning, she ran to the bathroom and began to clean it out before putting anti-bacterial medication on it, as to not infect it. What had caused Simon to attack suddenly?