Connor waited until Elizabeth was asleep, before going into the bathroom to shower. He let the warm water fall over him after taking the bandage off his hand. He dried, and changed, heading back out into the main room, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, and the back of his neck. Whenever his hair began to get long enough to reach his shoulders, he grabbed a pair of sissors and cut it. Now he stood staring in the mirror, His dark, shaggy hair and, bright eyes, and general complexion might give him away. 

He let out a soft sigh, he didn't want to cut his hair, but he would. He could also dye it a lighter colour. So with a soft sigh, he headed out the room, and risked going to a store, snatching up the first bottle of dye he could find that would lighten his hair, heading back to the room. He once more locked the door behind him, heading back into the bathroom, he took the time to dye his hair. 

He dried his hair, and thought he looked ridiculous with the blonde hair His dark brown eyes definitely contrasted with it. He chuckled to himself, and ran a hand through his hair, before heading to bed. He crawled in, and was asleep in moments. 

He woke a few hours later, as was his habit. By then it was nearly three thirty. He yawned, and stretched, rubbing his eyes. He got a glimpse of himself in the mirror again, and nearly burst out laughing. He rose to eat something