The room to Nathaniel's door creaked open, as Capet popped his head in. "Nathaniel? I'd wish to speak with you," he asked, his trademark smile on his face.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Silas looked towards the mansion, throwing away the bare core of the apple. "Let's go back. I hope Nathaniel hasn't killed anyone else today."<br/><br/>Silas bounded into the window of the mansion, landing right on the carpet of the hallway before a realisation dawned upon him. He was tired. Physically and mentally.<br/><br/>Yawning, he curled up on the carpet floor. His body shimmered, and returned to a basic shadowy demon form. The horizontal yellow lights on his face that replaced his eyes were the only visual indication that he fell asleep.