Alex looked up from his English book as he heard his name being called. He had been up for a couple of hours already and had everything done, including the bag packed for school. Scrunching his face for a moment, he closed the book and stood up from the wood flooring of the spare bedroom. Wearing a pair of straight-leg jeans, dark blue and a light grey t-shirt he made his way to the door, opening it he peeked from side to side before walking down the stairs. The flooring was warm beneath his bare feet until he reached the tiling of the kitchen.

"Yeah?" He asked, a curious look on his face as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Alex's gaze switched between Riley, Riley's Father and her Mother before glancing out the window. Winter had always been his favorite time of the year. It was things like this that he had never thought about until recently, until his escape. Of course, he still hadn't spoken a word of anything to anyone, even to Riley's Mother. Occasionally his thoughts would trail back to the night he met Riley and his life before then, mostly he would think of the other kids who had been with him in that place and wondered how they were. A sense of guilt would flood over him whenever he delved too deeply into the subject for not helping the others, but it would have only compromised himself.

"Everything alright?" He asked, a thin smile forming.