Eric was wandering the hallways late at night as usual. He avoided his room at all costs now. He'd been sleeping underground every dawn since Lucifer's arrival. He had never had such a bad feeling about one individual in his entire, very long, life.

If only he would disappear the way Pavel had.

Wandering into the kitchen, he spotted Rose. She wasn't usually awake this late, so he wondered if something had happened. He approached the counter, leaning forward against it. "Rose," he said, without preamble. "You look tired."