Alana hears the shouting from the hall and growls slightly at it's intrusion.  She'd been sleeping, as she had been for most of the past day.  After the group had finally gotten Eric the help he needed, it'd been touch and go for a bit.  She'd stayed up with him for the first two days, only taking short naps to keep herself functioning.  But now that he'd stabilized, she's trying to catch up on the rest.  Part of the issue though, is that her new 'ability' kept getting in the way.  It seems that whatever she dreams about oversaturates her subconscious and leaks over into whatever she uses to control this power.  Having gone through three pairs of PJs, she had given up on them the last time she awoke to the ripping sound.  Now she lays naked in between the sheets, and just hopes she doesn't grow those nasty spikes again.<br/><br/>But when she deciphers the words that were being yelled, she jumps up from the bed and pulls on some clothes she'd scavenged.  Someone new could either be a really good thing, or something horrible.  And either way, they might need her help.