Keith was roused from his slumber by Enoch pulling him up. He wanted Alex, but he was too tired and dazed to understand what was going on, or to even ask. Following Enoch like a zombie, he felt more pain in his chest. Unable to communicate this, he simply got it the car as Enoch drove him home. The drive felt like an eternity, but he didn't care. At points, he mind would return slightly, but before he could figure out what was going on, sleep swallowed him again. When they made it to his house, Keith thanked Enoch and pleaded that he take care of Alex, then made his way inside. His mother was smoking a cigarette and watching a TV show. She looked up at him, but didn't seem to notice anything wrong with him. "Where were you?" She asked, not really interested, just pretending to make conversation during the commercial. Keith just shook his head "I was at a friend's house studying, but their car was out of gas, so I had to wait for their dad to get home to drive me home." Keith lied, and didn't even bother to check if his mother believed him. He didn't care. Walking back to his room, he locked his door and went to sleep