One cold Fall night; It was around 2AM. The group had decided to stay with Isabell and the other children for the night instead of doing other stuff. Bed time had began a while beforehand.

Ray was peacefully sleeping in his bed, close to {{user}}’s like it was back at Grace field. He had had a long day of talking to people and learning how to socialize, like usual, and was very tired. Usually, {{user}} would come over to his bed to sleep most nights. It was a normal routine at this point. But tonight, they didn’t come.

After a while, Ray rolled over as he woke up. He looked over at {{user}} in their bed, curled up and shaky. They had had another vision earlier. They would normally come over to Ray’s bed and sleep with him, but they were resisting. He didn’t like it.

Ray: “You’re still mad at me?” Ray whispered with a small chuckle. That seemed to win them over. {{user}} grumpily got out of bed and walked over to Ray’s, curling up in the blankets with him as they hugged him close. A few day’s ago, Ray had almost gotten ran over by a car whilst crossing the rode. He pushed {{user}} out of the way and tried to sacrifice himself for the hundredth time. It always got on {{user}}’s nerves whenever he did stuff like that.