Al opened his eyes and rolled out of bed. He scratched his fiery red curly head as he made his way to the dinning room. He squinted when he thought he saw Sam scrubbing the floor.

"What are you doing?" Al asked.

"Cleaning." Sam smiled.

Al rolled his eyes, "Okay, then [i]why[/i] are you cleaning?"

Sam gave a sly look, "Oh, you wouldn't be interested. That Snow girl just asked me to cleanup a bit."

"She asked you?" Al said shocked, "Is she up?"

"Oh yeah!" Sam smirked, "Max, Wade, and Quinn are helping her clean the kitchen."

Al ran off and got a dust pan from under a closet. He headed for the kitchen.

"Miss Snow! Do you still need some help?!"

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Hans inhaled deeply sitting up. He gave small yawn as he got up, leaving his bed a mess. He stopped dead in his tracks. Everyone was up and...cleaning. Sam was polishing up a bronze lamp, Max and Quinn where outside wiping the windows, Al came in carrying a pile of used paper towels to throw away, and Wade was holding a trash bag open as Snow and Nick dropped in dust they gathered up.

"Uh, Snow?" Was all Hans could say as he watched.