Reforming Them : A Gem So Rare

"No."

Twilight looked down at her book as Rarity pouted in the background. Twilight didn't know how many times she would have to reject Rarity's request before she got the message through her thick skull. It was enough to let that beast stay in Twilight's basement, so Twilight was not going to allow him go out in public. Not now. Spike poked Rarity's side again. Drawing Rarity's attention away from the studying purple Alicorn.

"Why do you want him to go out in public anyways? I mean, I'm much more handsome then any stallion alive."

Spike bragged. He then covered his mouth and blushed. Laughing at what he had just said. Rarity gave Spike a motherly smile as she looked back at Twilight. Spike grumbled as he walked away, embarrassed.

"I just find that he should be outside more. I mean, that basement smells of something terrible. He also seems like he could use some sun, you know?"

Rarity tried to reason with Twilight, who had her face buried in a book she had on her study desk. Her face plopped into the book. Now she was really into that book.

"If he's staying under my roof, he has to play by my rules. No."

Twilight confirmed. She was sounding tired. Tired of having to deal with Rarity's request. How many times had she asked just within this hour? Fifty? Rarity was a determined mare, but Twilight never thought she would be THIS determined.

"Twilight, he was assigned to me. Therefore, I am in charge of him. I must take him outdoors to reform him."

Rarity continued her onslaught. Twilight put her chin on the pages of her book.

"Why didn't you just keep him at your house then? Don't you have a basement?"

Twilight asked, exhausted by this. Rarity was now being a nuisance.

"He's only temporarily in your home. Unlike you, I have to pay taxes for my business and home. Which makes no sense because I'm an element of harmony. But no, I don't have a basement. If I did, I wouldn't be chaining him up and putting him in it."

Twilight turned around to face Rarity. Her exasperation clearly shown in her face.

"Rarity. Just.. Just.. If I say yes, will you stop asking?"

Twilight huffed. Rarity nodded, making a silent agreement to stop asking to take Sombrero out for a day on the town. He was like a dog, now she had to walk him.

"I have an invisibility potions, dark blue, among the potions down stairs. You should see it. Use it on his horn if you're going out."

Twilight informed Rarity. Happy that the white mare would stop bugging her. It only took Rarity five hundred and twenty-four times to get Twilight to comply with her demands. A new record. Rarity, with a new success in the bag, started to go back downstairs. Spike quickly halted her descent down to the main floor. He jumped infront of her rather dramatically.

"Be careful, okay?"

He asked. He looked like he was about to tear up when he hugged her front hooves. He was such a cute little dragon. Rarity didn't see why there was such a need for drama, but Spike was always so concerned for her. No idea why. Rarity held the hug for a couple seconds before breaking. Going down the stairs to leave Spike upstairs with Twilight. Without a second glance, Rarity was back on the first floor, beginning her approach to the basement stairs. This place sure did have a lot of stairs. Without another interruption, she burst back into the stone basement. The ash gray stallion was still there. In the same spot, the center of the room. In the same chains. Rarity felt pity for him. She really did. She trotted down the extra  set of stairs and made her way over to an old oak table. It had so many potions on it, it had to be color coded to look like a rainbow. Rarity examined the vials, looking over the darker blues in the rainbow. She had narrowed it down to three vials that she had suspicions about. She picked them out with her lighter blue magic and carried them to the stallion. She placed two down on the floor, only levitating one up as she pulled out the cork keeping the liquid in.

"What is that?"

He asked as Rarity parted the mane of the stallion with her magic. Leaving the rustic horn out in the open.

"It's a potion."

Rarity answered as she positioned the bottle right above his horn, making sure just to drip one drop onto it. Just to make sure it was the right potion. The tiny drop of blue liquid at the top of his horn before disappearing to smoke. Nothing had happened. Rarity looked at his horn to see if only one side was gone, but no. It was still all there. With a sigh, Rarity corked the vial once more, and put it to the side. At least that wasn't a dangerous potion. Or at least, she thought it wasn't. Picking up the next potion to try, Rarity uncorked it as well. Sombra was silent while she did this. He was laying down on the floor, which made her job easier. Positioning the next potion above his horn, she dripped some of the liquid onto the flaming horn. As soon as the liquid touched, it appeared to make his horn disappear into thin air. Rarity smiled. She had found the right one! Now.. how to get the rest on? Oh, right. Rarity grabbed the liquid itself from the vial. Lifting the blue potion out of it's glass tube. She placed the liquid upon his horn, and slowly cloaked the horn. After the horn had disappeared from sight, Rarity had placed the remnants of the potion back into the tube. Corking it, then floating all three vials back to the table they were originally at.

"Now to get the shackles off.."

Rarity examined the shackles around his front hooves, making him extend his two front hooves to do so. She picked around at them, but saw no way to get it off without prying them off. With a swish and a flick of her horn, she focused in on opening the shackles. Her aura intensified as she could feel the shackles open. She suddenly broke her magic as the shackles snapped off. Wiping her brow, as sweat came from her forehead.

"NOOOOO!"

She yelled in terror as she looked at the sweat that was now on her hoof. She shook her hoof spastically.

"I'm all.. ALL SWEATY!"

She screeched. Sombra raised an eyebrow at the overreacting mare. It was like this was like a life or death situation. From what it looked like, it seemed like it wasn't such a situation. Rarity panicked, her magic sparking as she dug through her saddlebag she had left here. Pulling out a small white handkerchief, she wiped her forehead swiftly. Finally calming as the sweat was removed. Sombra still had to have his back hooves freed as well. Rarity would have to repeat what she had just done. She knew what was to come. If she was going to reform this stallion, she would have to sweat. Hopefully just this once. Rarity plopped back down near Sombra, her horn flashing on once more as she now focused on the back shackles. Even more sweat poured from her, much to her displeasure. She twitched as she could feel the sweat beads go down the side of her beautiful face and drip to the floor. She held back her yelps as the back shackles slowly budged open.

SNAP.

He was free once more. Rarity was swift to get the handkerchief once more, and wipe her entire face with the tiny cloth. Sombra stood to full high, hearing multiple bones snap as they were now standing up tall after what seemed to be a day of laying and sitting. His legs felt strange as he stood, a small tingly feeling slowly grew within them. Sombra stretched out his back, as more bones satisfyingly cracked. He felt them straighten. He seemed much more proud in this fully stood state. With the red cloth still slung over his back lazily, Sombra attempted to walk once more. He found himself strangely unstable as he placed one hoof infront of the other. Almost like he had forgotten how to walk. He wobbled, though he did not topple as he walked around. Maybe it was because he was without moving for about a day or so. Rarity joined him at her full height, which he now noticed how much taller he was than her. Sombra was atleast a hoof taller then her. He found her to be rather short. Maybe it was because he was just a stallion, and he was naturally tall. Though this tallness gave Sombra some strength. It gave him power. Though it was rather a power he couldn't use at the moment. With his hooves free, he tapped along at the top of his head to feel if he had one of these horn things. Much to his surprise, he did. It felt curved, strange to the touch as he poked at it. He placed his hoof back on the floor as Rarity started going back up stairs. Making a signal for Sombra to follow her up the basement's stairs. Seeing as Sombra was having problems with just walking at the moment, stairs probably wouldn't be a good thing to climb up. Staggering up the first few stone stairs, Sombra had made his way past the first flight of steps. Now to actually get out of the basement. Rarity stood by the door frame, as she opened the basement door with her hoof. Stomping back up, out of the basement and to the next floor. Sombra stamped over to the next set of stairs, seeing that there were more stairs. He knew he wouldn't like stairs. They took forever. He walked up the stairs, joining Rarity at the first floor. Sombra examined the new room, seeing shelves packed with books along every wall of the room. The center of the room had a circular table with a small, horse head statue in the center of the small table. Rarity was the only other pony in the room. Sombra walked to her, as she trotted to the next door. The one that probably lead outside. Where the sun could shine upon him. Sombra swore he had just saw a light purple limb disappear out of the corner of his eye. The limb was by the stairs about to go up to the next floor. He paid it no mind, only focusing on the white mare infront of him. What did she plan to do? She placed her hoof on the door, pushing it open as sunlight cracked into the room. Sombra hissed, closing his eyes as he stammered backwards from the door. His snake like tongue escaping from between his lips. He didn't like the sun. Had she not understood this? He heard the familiar sound of her magic activating. She had grabbed something, and had started out. Sombra reluctantly tried to open his eyes a crack. The natural light burning his eyes as he slowly trotted forward to the door. Following after Rarity, who seemed to be carrying something that produced shade. She was outside now. Sombra pushed himself through the door and out of the tree. Getting into the shade that Rarity had produced. His eyes opening more then just a crack, he looked back over at the white mare he was now right next to. Rarity carried an white umbrella. Wherever she got that from, Sombra would never know. He was grateful for the moving shadow producer. He was outside once more. It was somewhat nice to be outside without such panic from the ponies around him. The ponies around paid him half of their mind. Strange glares coming from them as they glanced at him. Sombra wondered why they gave him such glares, it was his job to glare. The ponies walked slightly faster after seeing him. This made him slightly curious. What made them quicken their pace? Was it Rarity? Hm. Rarity nudged him with her hoof, breaking him out of his stare at the ponies passing by. Rarity  started moving. To make sure his eyes literally didn't boil and burn from being out of the shade, he copied her pace. Keeping his tall and regal stature, he got a few extremely strange stares from some mares. The stares they gave him weren't the same ones as the stallions gave him. The mares were looking more curious, while the stallions distasteful. Mares chattered to eachother after he had passed. His ears picking only up some of their whispers as he walked down the street with Rarity. He didn't know where she was taking him, neither did he exactly care. It was just good to be free of the shackles. The sun cursed his existence, so his freedom was still limited.

"So, where would you like to go? We could go to get something to eat, go shopping, go visit some of my friends," Rarity listed off the options that Sombra could pick. "or you could let me choose." Rarity told him, halting her walk in the middle of the road. The two had gone down to the shopping district. Full of vendors selling fruits, furniture, and other things. Their yelled advertisements filled the air. Attempting to get customers attention and their bits.

"You can pick."

Sombra said. His regular voice was reduced to that of a whisper by the advertisements. Rarity still was able to hear him though. She thought of what to do with him. Maybe shopping would be the best at the moment. Chances are that he couldn't use utensils. Or hold anything with his hooves.

"Let's just go through the shopping district."

Rarity confirmed finally, continuing down the street. Going towards the vendors that were yelling. Most of this yelling was done by the vegetable sellers. They yelled out puns about what they were selling. Hoping to get their voice out the most, and get the most attention from passerbys. The couple got odd stares from fellow customers as they passed. Mares eyeing up the couple either with interest or with blank stares. Stallions were revolted or shocked. This made Sombra put his head down slightly. This attention did not make him feel well. Rarity promptly put her forehoof on his chin and lifted his face back up. With a reassuring smile that things were going to be okay. Sombra felt a grimace trying to etch its way onto his face, but he wouldn't allow it. He kept his blank, stern face as he looked at the vendors they had passed. His glance caused the vendors to freeze as he looked at them. His crimson eyes seemed to petrify them for whatever reason. When he turned his gaze back to the road in front of him, he could hear a sigh of relief from beneath the yells of other vendors. Was there something wrong with his eyes? Sombra didn't know. Maybe his eyes cast some sort of fear magic. Yeah, like THAT sort of magic existed. Out of the corner of his eye, Sombra could see a stallion walking next to him. He wasn't exactly minding his own business. This other stallion had a dark green coat with a white and green striped mane. This other stallion was sizing Sombra up, by the looks of it. When Sombra turned his head to get a good look at the stallion's face, the green stallion did not change the way he was looking at Sombra. A scowl upon his face.

"Can I help you?"

Rarity had noticed the other stallion, as she stopped her trot. The green stallion smiled innocently as soon as she entered the situation.

"Uh, yes! I was wondering who this new guy is."

The nosy stallion replied to Rarity's question. The locals were so curious. That wasn't exactly a good thing.

"He's just a friend of mine."

Rarity answered simply, returning his innocent smile while Sombra kept his boring and docile face. The stallion was somewhat content by this answer, and left the two.

"What was his problem?"

Sombra grumbled under his breath. Rarity didn't see the way the green stallion had sized Sombra up. It looked like he was about to pick a fight with the ash stallion. Though the way Rarity described Sombra. Friend. It made his left eye twitch when he thought of the word. To avoid looking like a weirdo, he stopped thinking about the word. Clearing his mind of it as Rarity lead him down the road.

Friends.. What pathetic things.

Rarity trotted confidently to Sugar Cube, the umbrella now in her hoof because her magic had depleted halfway through the walk. Though it was awkward to walk with only three hooves on the ground, it was better then holding the umbrella in her mouth. Her guest stopped and looked over the place. His bored face made her worry. Though he regularly wore this sort of feature, she was afraid that he was actually growing bored.

"My friend Pinkie Pie lives here. She was the one who popped out of your cape while we were in the basement."

Rarity told him. He nodded solemnly as he looked over the candy coated business. Usually the very sight of this place could make any pony's mouth water. The fake candy and frosting on the roofing was so well made, a pony could confuse it for actual sweet treats. Rarity had heard ponies ask Pinkie Pie if the roof was edible. Pinkie Pie would reply with a "I wish it was!" usually. Rarity prompted her friend inside the building. He followed her order obediently, entering the building as Rarity closed the umbrella and held it close to her side. Allowing him to go in first before following after him. She could hear a gasp from the counter as she entered. It was most likely from Pinkie Pie, by the way it sounded. Though the pink mare was not by the counter. A cloud of dust was by the counter, the dust leading to the kitchen, where Pinkie Pie was now probably located. Sombra leaned up against a vacant wall as Rarity trotted to the glass counter. Ringing the small bell to attract Pinkie Pie's attention. Though the pink mare did not rush back to greet Rarity. She stood there patiently, listening into the conversations going on around her. The talking came from the right part of the bakery, where all the tables were located. These tables were moved out of the way for Pinkie Pie's parties, but since it was business hours, the tables were out. They were decently packed full of customers chowing down on cupcakes and other sweet treats that the bakery could make. Rarity rung the small bell on the counter once more. What was taking Pinkie so long? She still was due for her cookies. Pinkie Pie had decided that one of Rarity's dresses wasn't pink enough one day, and well.. there was a lot of frosting getting thrown on dresses involved. Rarity needed to be paid back for the incident. Because Rarity didn't have a big enough refrigerator, she decided that she would get paid back periodically. Today she would be getting some of those cookies. Without another second wasted, Pinkie Pie dashed back out of the kitchen. A large cake in hoof as she bolted to the tables that her customers sat at. She placed down the large cake at a table that two ponies sat at. A mare and stallion. The cake was atleast ten layers high. Rarity had no idea how those two planned to eat it. Before she knew it, Pinkie Pie was back at the counter. Bouncing up and down.

"Hi Rarity!"

She greeted, as Rarity bobbed her head up and down to keep constant eye contact with the cotton candy maned mare.

"Hello Pinkie, I was wondering if-" Rarity was stopped mid sentence. "Cookies? Got it!" Pinkie rushed back into the kitchen. Leaving Rarity back by the counter to wait for her to return. Rarity had heard that Pinkie was a part time fortune teller, so Rarity didn't question Pinkie's mind reading abilities.

No pony questioned Pinkie Pie.

While waiting for Pinkie to return, Rarity picked up on a conversation happening behind her. She turned her head, seeing a light brown mare with a short black mane next to her guest. The mare had a cutiemark of a lock with a heart shaped symbol as a key hole. The mare had a long black tail as well. Rarity had heard of this mare in the news. She was in the gossip side of the news fairly often. This pony's nicknames was Heart Cager. She would steal stallion's hearts, then keep them all to herself. Not literally, but she was basically the Succubus of ponyville. It's to bad her tricks wouldn't work this time. Rarity knew her tricks would work, because Sombra had no idea that she was flirting in the first place. Rarity was interested to see the mare fail. She had heard of the mare failing to steal hearts before, and how funny it was, but now she had the chance to see it up close.

"You're lookin good there. You're just the type I like."

The brown mare started, as she slowly circled the gray stallion. Rarity giggled for what she thought was to come. Though the flirting mare slowly started to stir something within her that wasn't happiness. Rather, anger. It started small at first. So small that Rarity didn't even noticed the broiling emotion.

"Tall.. Muscular.."

The mare continued, brushing her black tail tip along the side of the Sombra's face. His features did not change from their blank state.

"Robust.."

The mare listed off the things she thought would catch the stallion's attention. They didn't. Rarity slowly started to have the anger grow as the mare was flirting with her friend. She still didn't notice the emotion.

"You're a quiet fella."

Heart Cager continued, her seductive grin not disappearing. She had full intentions to steal this new stallion's heart. It's like she was a changeling.

"Not that there is a problem with that."

Heart Cager slowly got closer and closer to her prey as she did her half circle. She couldn't tell she was failing at her mission. Which made Rarity all the more angry. Her emotion soon came to light. It slowly took over her happy smile and giggle. Wait.. Why did she care? Oh yeah, because Heart Cager was scum and she didn't want her friend to fall for her tricks. It's not like he would, anyways.. Would he? No, he wouldn't. He didn't even know how to emit certain emotions. When he first was resurrected here, he didn't even know how to do anything. The pink mare came out from the kitchen, a batch of cookies in her hoof as she dropped them to the counter on a plate. They were still warm. A small bit of steam coming off of each one as the chocolate chips sunk into the dough, near melting point. Rarity redirected her attention to Pinkie pie, and grabbed the plate of cookies in her mouth.

"Oh yeah, by the way, you should probably decide where you're gonna keep Sombrero, cuz people are getting super confused to who's reforming him and.."

Pinkie Pie started chattering away about some strange nonsense that Rarity couldn't exactly understand. Something about it getting confusing for the people reading the story. What story Pinkie chattered away about, Rarity wouldn't know.

Without a second though, Rarity stomped over to a vacant table and placed the cookies and umbrella down. She then trotted back up to Sombra and pushed Heart Cager out of the way.

"What the hay?"

Heart Cager hissed as Rarity grabbed Sombra's hoof and dragged him over to the table Rarity had prepared.

"Call me!"

Heart Cager called across the room to the stallion before leaving the business entirely. Rarity sat Sombra down at the table, prepared to stuff her face full of cookies.

"What was that mare doing?"

Sombra asked, he sounded like he had something in his throat. Maybe he was sick or something. Luckily, Heart Cager had failed to catch another stallion. Maybe it was because he didn't know what flirting was in the first place.

"She was trying to flirt with you. Some mares do that if they like you."

Rarity answered truthfully, picking up a cookies from the plate. Her mouth watering as she stared at it.

"I don't even know her."

Sombra shrugged, still confused by the situation, obviously. Rarity was happily scarfing down the fresh cookies. Her taste buds delighted by what Pinkie had made.

"No pony knows her real name. She's called Heart Cager. She is obsessed with getting stallions to love her."

Rarity talked with her mouth full, spitting crumbs all over the table. She then covered her mouth with her hoof. Maybe she needed a lesson in manners.

"What is love in the first place?"

Sombra wondered, not bothering to eat any of the cookies. Rarity could have all of them. Rarity thought about his question. If this was asked by anypony other then Sombra, she wouldn't be able to answer. Sombra however, was basically a foal in a stallion's body.

"It's this thing you feel when you really like somepony," Rarity swallowed the cookie mush in her mouth. "it's like society's version of acceptable insanity."

Rarity answered. Sombra nodded, thinking about it.

"Does love hurt?"

He interrogated. If he was going to be asking about love, this situation might get a bit strange. Hopefully Heart Cager wouldn't be coming back any time soon.

"Well, yes and no. If somepony breaks your heart, then you can feel hurt."

Rarity continued to answer all his questions with ease. Ready to scarf down the rest of the cookies on the plate; she reached out for the next few. This was extremely unlady like for her, and she knew it. Rarity couldn't hold herself back when it came to cookies.

"She made me feel sick."

Sombra groaned, as his stuffed up throat seemed to pass. If he was sick, his sickness came and went as it pleased.

"Tell me about it."

Rarity chuckled, about to shove another one of the delicious chocolate chip cookie all up in her face hole. Sombra brought one of his front hooves up to his face, looking at it strangely. Thinking about something that he had felt when that mare was talking to him. The feeling of pain. Rarity was busy stuffing her cheeks. She was going to get fat if she kept on like this. A pink mare raced to the table, switching out the now empty plate with a new one. Stacked with cookies, like a tower reaching to the ceiling. The pink mare whispered a couple things into Rarity's ear before disappearing back to the bakery's kitchen.

Rarity stumbled out of the gingerbread business, Sombra close behind as she held her belly. All those cookies did not do good things to her stomach. Sombra had grabbed the umbrella awkwardly in his hoof. He now wielded the shadows. Take that, sun. His hoof was wrapped around the handle of the umbrella, though Sombra wasn't exactly used to walking on three legs. He did his best to not fall down and remove his cape from his back. Rarity held back her belches, as she directed Sombra back to Twilight's tree home that was off in the distance. She had eaten about four towers of cookies made by Pinkie Pie, and was certainly not feeling well enough to travel with the stallion.

"Make it back to Twilight's. It's the tree. After you get there, find a better place to sleep. Or at least find a blanket to sleep on."

Rarity commanded the stallion as she wobbled away in the opposite direction. What did she just leave him to do. He was basically free. Though, he didn't like being alone and in public like this. It felt like somepony was going to leap out and attack him with all the glares he had been given by other stallions. Sombra took his time walking back over to 'Twilight's' tree house. He was in no rush to get back down to the dungeon he would now have to stay in. He still wasn't sure why he had to stay there in the first place. Rarity didn't exactly explain why he couldn't go back to her place. He didn't complain though. It was much more quiet and peaceful in that stone prison anyways. He walked back down the shopping district once more in silence. For some reason, ponies cleared the way for him. Which he did appreciate, though it was like he had a disease or something. Why did ponies dislike him? Other then a couple of mares who have him strange stares, the of the stares majority of the hateful. He felt empowered by this hate. Like it made something grow within him. He dared not to question it out in public. He would question it back in the stone basement. Sombra kept his gaze straight forward, wobbling still from only having three hooves on the ground. He would have to stop every now and again to stabilize himself. He then noticed somepony following him, a familiar pink earth pony. She had this twisted grin upon her face as she followed him. Though the grin was quickly replaced by a fearful frown as soon as he noticed her. She was quick to scamper off after the cinders that were his eyes had pierced her. With that out of the way, he continued down his path. Alone. He sighed as he started to think about a few things. That mare, Heart Cager or whatever her name was.. When she was telling him that stuff, it hurt. It felt like something was burning him alive. It was only a slight pain, and that's why he was able to keep his cool. Though, why did this 'Flirting' hurt? Was he allergic to this flirting stuff? If that was the case, he would have to ask Heart Cager to not do it again. Sombra was back at Twilight's before he knew it. Opening the wooden door, he dropped the Umbrella by the door. Not knowing it could fold up, he just left it there as he entered and closed the door behind him. He looked over the room once more, nothing had changed from when he had left. He rubbed one of his eyes. He was tired again. He was always tired. He didn't like the feeling of being tired while he was walking around. Sombra walked back over to the stairs to go downstairs. The pitch black stairs that lead back down to his holding cell. Putting one hoof infront of the other, he slowly made his way down the stairs. One of his hooves slipped, as he fell down onto his back and slowly slid down the stairs. When he was at the bottom, his back hooves had stopped his descent by pushing up against the basement door. His cape slid down next to him as he pushed the door open. Getting up to his hooves once more, he grabbed the red cape in his mouth as he entered the basement once more. His back ached now from his fall. He wasn't exactly feeling happy now. He never felt happy, actually. It was not a common emotion. The basement light was on, so Sombra could see. He closed the door behind him as he walked back to his holding chains. He put his cape down on the floor, placing himself down on it. Sombra had noticed Rarity had left her saddlebag here. As well as a strange jar of yellow things. Before he went to sleep, he poked through the saddlebag. It was mostly filled with food and knitting tools. Though, one thing stood out to him. A small picture was tucked imbetween the needles Rarity had used to make his cape. Picking out the picture, he examined it. It was a picture of Rarity and a small white unicorn. This small white unicorn was the one that hung out with Scoots. She must've been apart of Rarity's family. Family. He didn't have one. How lucky for Rarity. Was he undeserving of a family? What happened to his family? Were they dead? Alive? He didn't know. He couldn't remember. How stupid. He was stuck with amnesia. An amnesia that he had to get rid of. He placed the picture back in the saddlebag, and seeing as there was nothing else that caught his eye, he closed the bag part of the saddle. He pushed the saddlebag off to the side, to keep it from annoying him. He curled himself up so he could fit on the entire cape's reach. Dropping his head down, he continued to think. Why did he need to be reformed in the first place? He obviously did something wrong, so they decided to remove his memories.. To get rid of his memories of his family and friends. To get rid of everything that made him a pony. To remove his destiny and dreams. This could wait. Rarity might give him answers to why he knew nothing tommorow. He hoped she would. Plus, his back was killing him from the fall he took and he didn't want to deal with the pain anymore. He hoped that the pain would be gone by the time he awoke.

His eyes closed. Maybe he could at peace for once, with no interruptions.