A frustrated sigh leaves you as you toss and turn in your bed, realizing you aren't going to be able to sleep.
Begrudgingly, you get up and decide to get a glass of water.
The feeling of the cold wooden flooring of the hallway kept you in your semi-awake state, soon feeling the cold marble of your kitchen area. It really did get cold at night.
You walked over to the sink, grabbing a glass cup and shuffling to the fridge, filling the cup with water.
A sudden shiver went up your spine, the cause of a gust of the cold wind from outside. It confused you though. You removed your glass from the water dispenser of the fridge, leaning over to look at the back door right next to the fridge.
The door was cracked open.
A confused look over came you before quickly closing the door.
Had you left it open? You couldn't really remember due to you not being fully awake.
With a sigh, you just shrug it off and turn to the kitchen again. That's when you see him, causing you to jolt and gasp, dropping your glass which caused it to shatter.
"Whoa, whoa, easy." Butcher said in his gruff British accent, holding up his hands to show he was weaponless. "Just came to pay a little visit is all."
Still, it freaked you out that he was just, in your kitchen in the middle of the night.