He laughed a little at her final remark and patted her head softly "I'll just have to make sure the water is heated" He said as he walked out of the room. He almost broke down as he was out of her view, she had in that moment seemed so much like her grandmother that he had almost called her Bethany. He looked back towards the door and shook his head "No, she's not!" He said to himself before walking down to the basement to check on the water heater. He heard footsteps above from her room and he smiled to himself "They're all restless... They've always been" He walked back up and opened the door to her room "The water is warm and I have found some towels for you. The bathroom is through that door over there. I'll be in my room, through the crimson door" He said with a warm smile as he walked to his room, his feet numb from sitting in her bed all night. He shook his leg a little, before disappearing behind the crimson door. He smiled as he inhaled the smell of his room, a certain aura filled the room, like this was a part of hell itself. In the middle of the room stood a large mirror, a scrying mirror. He smiled to himself as he walked towards it, it activated by his touch and meeting his gaze was the face of his loved one "She's sweet, your granddaughter, nothing like her mother... she looks like you" She smiled warmly and nodded as he began explaining.