She listened to Anya and hid the yawn that slid through her lips and nodded to her. She pulled the sheets back and looked back at Anya who spoke again and smiled nodding, "Okay." She said and walked to the door and shut it. She blinked thinking about what Anya said and saw her own refection and stared at it, as if waiting for it to tell her what to do. After what seemed like forever, but was really only a few minutes she blinked making the sting of her eyes go away and sighed, She closed the curtains darkening the room more and slid into bed. She stared at the ceiling as her mind raced.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "You don't have to live away from your own kind...I could help you...if you would like...I'm two rooms down..You can find me if you want."</span><br/><br/>That one thought played over and over in her mind like a broken record keeping her from sleeping right away. But as the moments passed Taylor was more and more interested in what she meant, and half and hour later she decided to ask Anya what she meant the morning. At that instant it was like her mind went off and she drifted into a restful sleep only waking up once hearing a drunken brawl on the first floor before she fell back to sleep.