"Goodnight." Alex replied, once she had retired to her bedroom he stood up and walked, silently over to the counter and took his motorcycle helmet off of it. He was contemplating leaving now and looked at his jacket draped neatly over the chair he had been eating at. Shrugging he walked back to the couch and placed his helmet on the floor next to it. Keeping quiet Alex undid the buttons of his jeans and slipped them off leaving himself in his olive green t-shirt and grey boxer shorts. He sorted out the blanket and pillows onto the couch bed before settling down into it.

He sighed and looked around the room, it was all dark save for the very dim light emitting from the television set which was now paused halfway through the credits. He took the remote and switched it to standby before lying down and by choice, falling asleep.

[center][b]|The Following Morning|[/b][/center]

While Alex was genetically modified he was still human and possessed the ability to dream. The night where they sat on the porch swing and Riley made him a promise had been the premise of Alex's dreams that night. During his sleep he had tossed and turned onto his stomach and the fabric of his t-shirt had been pulled down slightly revealing a tattoo, a bar code on the base of his neck underneath the bar code read, [i]2754212[/i], his designated number.