"It'd be interesting to see what the raven and wolf would do to each other," Hayley replied with a mild chuckle. "I can just imagine the two of them doing all sorts of things, from the craziest shit they could pull to what most people wouldn't think of. It'd be a funny sight, don't you think?" Smiling softly, the blonde suddenly yawned, realizing that they had spent much of their free time being one step closer to one another. "Well, I think I'm going to call it a night now... I'm getting pretty sleepy and I'm quite sure that the 'other me' is going to drag me for another of her mental programming sessions..." She shuddered as she recalled the side-effects of her first lesson, not entirely looking forward to being taught in such a manner again.

"You got that right," Isaac replies with a chuckle. It was then that Hayley yawned, rather cutely, he can't help but think, and said she was going to go to sleep. Smiling while Vincent urges Isaac to try to take it further anyway, Isaac sits up and says, "Alright, I'll go ahead and let you sleep, then." Although he'd much rather not, he feels that they weren't quite ready to share a bed yet, even if it were just to sleep. Leaning down, he gives Hayley a brief kiss and rises to his feet. "Good night, Hayley," he quietly says.

Silenced and blushing once again, it wasn't until Isaac left her room that Hayley softly murmured, "Good night..." Sighing and pulling the cover over her body, she laid down on her back and thought to herself, I wish I had been a lot less spooked around him.

"I disagree. It is a preferable response to his presence."

Looking around, she remembered about the mechanical personality within her. "You really hate him that much, huh?"

"He is a threat and there is no conclusive evidence to suggest otherwise, at least for the time being."

"Well then, why not observe a little longer and see if you get different observation? Beats making a hasty decision, I'd say."

"Has your observation of Isaac Ryder being altered to such a degree by your relationship with him?"

"You could say that, I guess," Hayley mused, looking up at the ceiling. "For now, let's focus on making sure that I'm prepared for whatever lies ahead."

"Your observation raises a valid priority. Let us proceed."

Closing her eyes, she finally drifted asleep, letting the 'other her' work on her that night.

Sighing, Isaac steps into his room and falls onto his bed, a tired smile on his face. "I know I might sound like a broken record by now," he quietly says, rolling over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, "but I'm really glad that she's giving me a chance."

Hey, Vincent says, you wanna know what'd be fun?

"I'm not letting you switch places," Isaac automatically says.

What? You really thought I'd suggest something like that? I'm offended!

Sighing, Isaac then asks, "Then what were you gonna say?"

The silence that greets his question was all Isaac needed. Shaking his head, he pulls the covers over his body and rolls over onto his side as Vincent says, Alright, so your girlfriend's hot and I wanna try to get a piece! Is that really such a bad thing? Closing his eyes, Isaac responds, "Normally, when you of all people ask that, it really is a bad thing." Vincent then scoffs and, in the silence that follows, Isaac manages to fall into a peaceful sleep.

While Hayley's mind was being 'programmed', as her other self consistently said, a part of her subconscious began to wander around aimlessly, sinking into a black-and-white dreamland. Opening her eyes to nothing but black and white forest, much like an old silent movie, she walked around like a lost child, seemingly without any purpose. The sky and the ground were as dark as the night, pitch black and void of color, and the only thing keeping her from stumbling over the trunks, branches and rocks was the white grass that was scattered along her way. The trees themselves were nothing but haunting, empty husks, barren and bearing no life within their pale grey shell. From a far distance, she heard what sounded like a crying child, so she rushed to the only audible clue she had, hoping for an answer.

By the time she had arrived at the location where the crying sound presumably came from, she found herself unable to look at much of her surrounding due to the sheer darkness covering the area. She could hear the child crying in front of her and was about to rush towards her, but then she noticed that the cries sounded familiar. Before she could act on it, she heard a growl coming from in front of her, along with the noise of torn flesh from bones. A wild predator she couldn't see had arrived ahead of her and was in the process of devouring something with the crying child not too far away, so she had assumed that she had disturbed the beast's meal. Seemingly taking advantage of the distracted predator, the crying child could be heard fleeing, judging from the stomping of dirt and grass, but as she finally had a look of the crying child, her eyes went wild when she saw a fledged crow chick, standing as tall as herself, giving out the human-like cries she had heard. The beast growled again behind the crying crow chick and, in the process, pushed aside its meal. A giant crow head, twice the size of the chick's head and completely severed from its body, rolled into her view, stunning her into silence. Without warning, the beast leaped from the shadow right into her very eyes.

The last thing Hayley experienced before her abrupt awakening into the dawn was the beast's flashing teeth and fangs.

Followed by the chick's mysterious human-like, but inaudible cries.

Just before dawn, Isaac wakes up from a deep, dreamless sleep. Sitting up, he stretches his arms over his head, realizing as his sleeves fall to his shoulders that he had forgotten to change to his pajamas the night before. Oh, well, he says to himself as he stands and grabs a fresh set of clothes for the day. After putting them on, he leaves his room and moves toward the kitchen to get started on breakfast. However, he can't help but glance at Hayley's door and decides to wake her up, if she weren't up already. Walking the short distance over, he lightly knocks, then opens the door. The smile on his face disappears as he takes in his girlfriend's state. "Hayley?" he gently says as he walks over to her. Resting a gentle hand on her shoulder, he then asks, "Is something wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Gasping in shock, Hayley's fearful gaze mellowed when she saw Isaac's figure in front of her. Slightly embarrassed for waking up in such an unsightly state, she nodded her head and replied, "I'm good. Just a nightmare, it's all. Nothing to worry about, Isaac." Although she believed that it was just one of her more outlandish dream, she couldn't help but feel a nagging familiarity in how vivid that dream was and the entire undecipherable dream. For now, she decided to put it aside and asked her housemate and boyfriend, "Did you make something for breakfast already?"

Isaac walks further into Hayley's room and sits down on the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her as he says, "No, I didn't. I wanted to wake you up first, but I can see now that I don't need to." Lacing the fingers of his free hand with Hayley's, he looks at her and says, "If you ever wanna talk about it, I'm here, alright? Just like always and just like I will be." He then kisses the side of her head before standing up, holding his hand out to his girlfriend as he says, "Come on, now. I'll make us some French toast, eggs, and bacon."

"Sound great," Hayley replied calmly, glad that Isaac didn't push on it as she had originally believed. She made a mental note to tell him about her dream once she had a good idea of what it actually conveyed. For now, she decided not to divulge into it too quickly, believing it to be nothing more than some sort of one-off incident. Jumping off her bed, she followed Isaac into the bedroom and chuckled. "You were a little quick to the bed last night, huh?" she asked as she looked at his regular set of attire, noticing how he wasn't wearing his pajamas.

Isaac looks back at Hayley in confusion, then down at himself before he chuckles. "What can I say?" he says. "Considering the fact that you and I were actually able to kiss so long, I guess my brain needed sleep to get oxygen back into it." Before he gets to work on breakfast, he pecks her lips, then turns to the fridge, grabbing everything he needed. Minutes later, he sets two plates on the table, each with the same amount of eggs, bacon, and toast. Sitting down, he says, "Besides the nightmare, did you sleep alright?"

"Given that I don't feel like kicking someone's ass at the moment, I'd say that I got a nice sleep," Hayley replied nonchalantly with a light shrug, then continued, "and I did feel less nauseous and disoriented. Maybe the 'other me' tweaked her programming method or something. I still want to try out my powers somehow, but I guess that can wait." Smiling at Isaac, she used her turn to ask, "What about you? I can't imagine getting any sort of sleep in that kind of attire, really."

Isaac chuckles and replies, "You'd be surprised. I slept like a baby last night, to tell you the truth." It's true, Vincent says. His snoring kept me up half the night! Taking a bite of his eggs, he then says, "You know, I don't think I've ever slept anywhere as well as I do here. And I don't mean the past couple of days, when we started dating. I mean from the first night you brought me here. It's nice, you know?"

A small part of her felt proud and happy to hear that, but she refused to let it show. Instead, Hayley merely chuckled and replied, "Glad to hear that. I thought that you would have a few things to say about the bed, but I'm kinda relieved to know that you're still comfortable nonetheless. Beats sleeping on the bench or the pavement, y'know what I mean." Biting into her toast, she remembered her olden days where she had to do just that or risk bearing the brunt of her drunken father's wrath of stupor. Gently rubbing her arm to dispel the memories away, she said to Isaac, "I don't really have any other plans today. I was thinking of staying home and working my powers at a very small scale. I know that it could be dangerous, but I simply can't just sit here with all the info my 'other self' gave me during the night."

Isaac nods and says, "That'd be a good idea. What's the point in learning all of that if you don't practice at least a little?" Pausing to take a bite of his eggs, he then adds, "I was gonna go talk to Irene and see what she and Andrew thought of taking us on as employees. Hopefully, I'll come back with some good news." Smiling, he looks at Hayley and says, "But, I wasn't planning on doing that for awhile, yet, so we could probably hang out around here for a bit. Would that be alright with you?"

"Oh yeah! That would be fine," Hayley replied, recalling the old woman who owned the deli they visited yesterday. Now that she was much calmer, she felt slightly bad for distrusting the kind old lady after what she did for them. "I felt bad for suspecting her and his husband. I guess I'm just not that used to good hospitality. Kinda sad to say that, to be honest..." she chuckled at her own self-depreciation at her lack of normal upbringing which was interluded by death, neglect and abuse.

Isaac smiles softly and wraps his arm around Hayley's shoulders, pulling her close to kiss the side of her head. "No one blames you," he says, rubbing her upper arm. "With the hand you've been dealt, it's no surprise that you're this way. Besides, I think Irene loved you." Then, he chuckles and adds, "Although, nowhere near as much as I do." After giving her one more kiss, he chews on a piece of bacon for a few moments before saying, "Wonder what they'd have you do? I'd probably be in the kitchen. Maybe they'll put you at the register?"

"Hopefully so... I'm not good at dealing with people, if you haven't noticed..." Hayley mumbled, chewing on her bacon silently as she imagined all sorts of mess-up she could commit if she was given a duty as a waitress. As much as she wanted to work honestly, she was never good at dealing with people and especially not very good at controlling her temper. "I really don't mind not being paid, as long as we both get something to eat everyday."

His fork hanging out of his mouth, Isaac says, "Same here, although I think we'd have problems keeping Irene and her husband from paying us with money instead of just food." Chuckling, he pulls his fork out of his mouth and spears a piece of scrambled egg on it. Before he lifts it to his mouth, he looks at Hayley and says, "Just to let you know, since yesterday, after we met that Sean guy, I've been having this feeling that at least one of my memories is lying just outside of my reach. I think I'm close to getting cured of this amnesia."

Hayley's face brightened upon the news Isaac brought for her. "That's great! I hope you recover all your memories soon. They might help you on the long run," she said, happy to see the hope of him finally being able to grasp his identity and memories once again. "As much as I hate that bastard, it looks like his presence did do something good after all, but I'd still like to know what role he played in your amnesia..." Gripping tightly onto her fork, she frowned and glowered, "I'm gonna kill that bastard if I see him again... I'm not going to forgive him that easily."

Isaac looks at Hayley for a few moments, then squeezes her shoulders with his arm, saying, "Don't worry. I won't let him do anything like that, again. I'm keeping an eye out for any bugs he could've snuck in here. If I so much as find a single hair of his, I'll hunt him down and make him wish he were dead, just for you." Smiling, he returns to his food and finishes up before returning his dishes to the sink. He then sits down and asks Hayley, "So, what do you wanna do today after we're done with what we need to do?"