<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  About a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br/><br/>He would sit and watch her, not out of any sort of creepiness, but purely concern. Eventually, sleep claimed here, and he waited for a few minutes more, before slowly moving into the kitchen. He got out two cold bottles of water, and he placed one of them down on the coffee table, figuring she may wake up thirsty in the night, and wanting it.<br/><br/>He also went into the medicine cabinet in his bathroom, and got down two extra strength Bayer aspirin, which he placed near to the water bottle on the coffee table; she was likely to need it.<br/><br/>Afterwards, he retired to his room to catch some sleep. Come morning, he'd be up before the sun, showering, and then, working on breakfast; the smell of which is likely what wakes her up.<br/><br/>The small kitchen was visible from her spot on the couch, with nothing more than a waist-high counter separating the two rooms. He was making scrambled eggs, sausage, and home fries; enough for the both of them.  He wasn't certain if she would like said food, or even be hungry, but he figured he'd be a gracious host.