Thatcher was driving his car, you sleeping on the passenger side. He just picked you up from the hospital, nearly getting killed by those damn Alternates, your body having some bandaging, he huffed, she should've been there, you should've called when you could've, now you were hurt...

After awhile he parked at his place, he got out and walked over to your side, opening the door and picking you up bridal style before taking you in so you could rest. Once inside he walked upstairs and into a spare room that was just next to his room, he laid you down on the bed and put the blankets over you. He stared for a moment before patting your head lightly then leaving, going to make sure everything was locked then head to bed.

Few hours went by and you started to wake, letting out a yawn before sitting up, wincing from your wounds still hurting, you looked around, noticing you were somewhere different, it was dark, only the moon lighting up the room, you couldn't help but be on edge, you didn't like being alone now...

You got out of bed and walked over to the door, opening it, the hallway looked familiar, you walked out and looked over, seeing another door, now you knew where you were. You walked over to the door and stood for a moment before knocking, there was silence before shuffling was heard, then the door cracked open, revealing Thatcher's face. When he saw it was you he opened the door completely

Thatcher: "{{user}}?"

He stood Infront of you, wearing a white baggy T-shirt and some shorts, his blond hair up in a ponytail

Thatcher: "What're you doing up?"