Erica's dreams were troublesome, full of tension, though not all of it unpleasant. As the moon rose, she was disappointed to see that Alfred had chosen his own room instead of hers, but then chided herself for being so optimistic. Theyd slept apart for over a year, there was no reason he should immediately join her once they'd moved in with Cass, though she was secretly pleased he hadn't decided to join Cass, either. She didn't want to admit to herself how scared she wasthat they would both leave her for each other, that she would be the catalyst of her own eternal misery.  She left the apartment without waking anyone, wanting to have a quick meal and return before either of them had been awake very long. She hoped Cass would eat something, besides Alfred, tonight.  It would make her a lot easier to deal with. About an hour after she'd left, she returned full and flush, her lips slightly purple from her lipstick and some flyers in her hand.