Serena looked at Chas and nodded weakly, her eyes looking dull. She tried to move a little to be in a more comfortable position but her body was done being beaten up. She sighed and said weakly “it’s my duty as the guardian of night…something must be truly wrong…” Trish frowned and moved in front of Serena, looking at her eyes. “Guys? I think she’s in shock or something”

John took the van and started to paint the floor, muttering under his breath as he did. When he finished he nodded and moved the bed back into place. “There, magic free room apart from mine, Serena’s and yours. It was a little tricky but I think I got it. How did you know when to use the pen?”