Alex jolted awake at the commotion outside her door. She rose slowly from her bed, careful not to make much sound. She didn't want to alert whoever it might be, friend or foe. She crept along the floor and out into the living room. A single light shown from the bathroom. Cautious, Alex began to summon a small current incase she was forced to apprehend her visitor. 

Just as Alex was nearing the doorway, Loki burst from the bathroom and crossed to the kitchen. Alex sighed with relief and expelled her current. She felt a bit embarrassed at her actions. Of course it was Loki. 

"I thought you said you won't wake me up in the middle of the night," Alex snickered, "What's the matter?" It was then that she noticed his hand rested upon his forehead.

"Don't tell me that your sick," Alex mumbled. This was the last thing she wanted to wake up to. If his illness got any worse by the time she had to leave, she might have to skip work to take care of him. Paul would not be happy about that.