Seth sighed as he moved his arm away from his eyes. After the nightmare, he wasn’t too eager to get back to sleep he didn’t know when the nightmare woke him up, but after about four hours (He assumed) Arthal knocked on his door to wake him up. 

“I’m coming,” Seth said as he sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. This is going to be a long day Seth thought as he stood up and stretched. He walked over to the door and opened it. As he stepped out into the hall, the uncomfortable pit in his gut came back. [i]I know, it’s terrible isn’t it[/i] the voice said.

“it’s way too damn early for me to be dealing with you,” Seth said before he headed to the kitchen. He looked around, but didn’t see a fridge or even a stove. He scratched his head and said, “How the hell are we going to cook?” Seth opened the cupboard and was surprised to see a mug of coffee and a bagle with cream cheese.

“Guess that answers my question,” Seth said as he took the plate and mug before sitting down and eating.