The colors on Vincent’s shirt calmed when Anna drifted to sleep, he turned his attention fully on the remote and figured out he could change the channel. He watched a few sitcoms with little interest and hammered the button. He stopped suddenly at the image of his grad picture on the television and winced at his full name on the screen. It faded to Anna’s class picture. “These two are wanted by the police for questioning in the mass murder of,” he flipped the channel and Sponge Bob Squarepants was dancing on screen.

Vincent rubbed his jaw, he had known that would have happened sooner or later. He had hoped they would have been father away before the police started flashing their pictures in the media. They only wanted for questioning, meaning they had no idea what they were facing. There was no evidence that pointed to Anna at least not yet. If they found them now before Anna could stabilize, they would throw her into an asylum. A small part of him had a twisted feeling she would never really be mentally sound, not after all the murders she single handedly committed. Another part of him hoped she never was, her power was delicious when she didn’t have a handle on it.

He left the room and wandered the hall, he couldn’t really go to the lobby with his limited radius so he returned and sat crossed legged on the bed. He really needed more roaming room. He sat there contemplating the situation for an undetermined amount of time, Anna’s power started licking at him and she started to scream. He stabbed the power button and he leaned toward his friend. He was pulled out of his position and he held her. “It takes time,” he said, stroking her hair. Having no real clue if she would ever forget. How could someone forget that? He still remembered that blood in every way being dumped on him. 

Pure exhaustion would be Anna’s true friend. That was the only thing that would keep her mind from assaulting her. When she was in a sleep she wasn't able to dream. Maybe a shrink that could walk her through this guilt or whatever she was suffering from. They could kidnap someone like that or something. He dismissed the idea, they didn't need the hassle of trying to keep another person alive. "It will take some doing, I am sure. But you just have to keep fighting it like you did them in the gym. You will win."