Most of the day, for Alfred, was spent sleeping. When he did awaken, in the afternoon, he observed the lack of food and things that he would need here. Which, of course, makes sense. It made him thankful that last night, before they had arrived, he had actually eaten a large meal. Peanuts were at least a decent source of protein; that, and some willpower, helped to carry him through the day.<br/><br/>He ended up showering, drying himself off, engaging in pesky biological functions that humans have to do.  And then the rest of the day, for lack of things to do, he did a little digging around. Not snooping, really, just checking out the photos and records, trying to see if he could discern anything that might help him with dealing with Cassidy.  And then he ended up spending a few hours cleaning the place. Dusting, vacuuming, polishing tables. It helped to keep him occupied.<br/><br/>He could have left, he could have just said fuck it all, used what pocket money he had to try and catch a bus back out towards Maine, and maybe some people would say that was the smart decision. Maybe he was an idiot, but he stayed.<br/><br/>Night came. It was hard to tell quite when night fell, but he did have his pocket watch with him, and the time it kept was accurate to the second.  He was roughly able to estimate when dusk came... and when he eventually heard the shower, he knew that She must be awake.<br/><br/>He decided to settle down on the couch. He was laying on it, on his back, his arms crossed over his chest. Soon, he heard the sound of clicking heels, which of course got his curiosity. He got up, and looked towards the sound; towards her. His eyes settle first on her feet, then slowly climb up her body. A brief pause on her ample cleavage, because let's face it, as devoted as he is to Erica, he is a man, and has the weaknesses that so many men have.<br/><br/>But, he is able to actually break away from them after a few moments. He  settled back down on the couch, back in a position that was rather vulnerable and exposed.  He didn't say anything to her.  From his perspective, speaking the first words of the night was a losing prospect.<br/><strong><br/>Thud-thud-thud.</strong>Even if he looks calm on the outside, the beating of his heart betrays him, shows his nervousness. Even if he was at least partially malnourished and a bit dehydrated, his blood probably still tasted and smelled like candy.