Neil had walked out of the room, his mind abuzz with if he had said the right thing or the wrong thing. Of course he had said and done the wrong thing. When had he ever actually said the right thing when it was important? All he knew how to do was bullshit. He made it out of the door, and once he closed it, he leaned on it heavily and even slid down it to plop onto the floor. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned. 

Why did he have to obsess over things? Particularly things he was regretful about. "Look, you did it because she didn't want you to mess up the deal. Don't fuck this up. You made the right call." He told himself, but he knew he didn't believe it. Junebug was wanting him to disagree with her and he rolled right over because he thought it was what she wanted. "Don't focus on this shit, just get up and go back to bed, idiot." 

"Beg pardon?" 

Neil jerked, looking like a stray dog that had been kicked out of the front door, his hair wild from running his hands through it. The servant who had found him looked at him skeptically, and they both looked at the doorknob. Neil blinked. "I uh, I can't get into my room." He lied, and the servant took the bait, replying with. "That is because this isn't yours, Master Edwards. Yours is down the hall and to the left. Allow me to escort you." 

"Thanks," he said, getting to his feet. 
[hr] 

Neil sleep was troubled, having dreams he never would have gotten, even in Hyperspace. For some reason, changing realities wasn't hard on his brain but fucking up with a girl he...liked? Loved? It messed with him. His dreams switched between Junebug ordering his expulsion from the Highlander to having her order Saxon to kill him, and while realistically he knew neither would ever happen, it didn't make his subconscious any more comfortable. 

He woke up to the sun suddenly streaming through his window, and the covers were pulled off of him as a soothing voice said "wake up, sleepy head." 

He opened his eye, and saw Indra there, as beautiful as another 3 hours of sleep, wearing a simple white top and form fitting breeches. She poked his nose. "Come on, we have breakfast ready and then we're going to the beach." She said, pulling at his arm. He had almost forgot he was shirtless and his hair even wilder than it had been last night. "I'm so excited to show you all around the island. Let's go!" 

He felt like he was in one of Taya's melodrama Vidcasts. 
[@Penny]