As night soon enveloped the small manor completely, both Ariel and Phillip took the rest of the evening to clean up the house before heading to bed themselves. Phillip had insisted her stay beside Amy, despite Ariel's rational protests, and so did just that. As he sat there on the couch, about to doze off himself, he heard a small cry from beside him. Worried, he gently shook Amy awake.

"Amy? Amy? Are you alright? I heard you cry out..."