I blink my eyes open slowly, stretching out my arms and legs. I've must have fallen asleep. I slowly roll my head over, my vision beginning to clear up. After I blink my eyes a few more times I'm met by the sight of D'arcy. He's sitting beside me, one leg pulled close to his chest, his forearm resting on his knee.

"Sorry," I croak, my voice hoarse from just waking up.

He offers a small grin, but he still looks concerned, "How long have you been here?"

"Umm..." I'm not fully awake, so my mind is a little foggy. "You... you were washing your hands."

"Honestly?" He sounded surprised. "That long?"

I snuggle closer to the wall, resting my head on something, "Yeah..."

He lets out a breath, "I left you alone. That was inconsiderate of me."

"Well," I'm about to reassure him when I suddenly realize I'm leaning against him, my head resting on his shoulder. I quickly sit up, hugging my knees to my chest. There's a moment of silence before I sigh, "I'm really sorry about... everything. About today."

"Gypsy-"

"I mean, your dad hates me. Then there was the whole thing with the tunnels and..." I glance down at hands. I probably still smell like perfume. I hug myself tighter, as if that would make the scent go away. "I'm just... This isn't a great start."

"You're right. Call the whole thing off."

My head shoot towards him, but he gives a lopsided grin.

"What?" He says smugly, "What you expected me to say, isn't it?"

"You're not funny," I grunt.

"You're going to be for the whole week," He reassures. "This? This is only one day. There will be other trips back here." He leans forward so I'm looking him in the eye, "This one doesn't have to be perfect."

We just stare at each other for a moment. I can't seem to look away from him, so I just close my eyes.

"What if it's not perfect?" I breathe. "What if it's always like this?" I hang my head, looking at my fingers through half-closed eyes.

"Then it'll never be boring."

I give a dry laugh as I look up at him. After a moment I mutter, "Thanks." I meant it, but I'm not sure if it sounded very sincere. The corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile.

"So," I begin, not wanting to fall back into silence. "How long have you been sitting here?"

He shrugs his slender shoulders, "Five minutes. Ten at the most."

"So you just sat here and stared at me like a creep?" I joke.

"No," D'arcy says, nodding toward the hall. "I stared at that wall like a creep. Haven't made it too uncomfortable, hopefully."

"Walls tend to be bashful."

"Best we give this one its space," He hops to his feet then turns to help me up. "Where to next? We can continue the tour."

"Maybe later," I grunt as he pulls me to my feet. "Can you just show me my room?"

He leads me down the hall. I try to find ways to differentiate my room from the nearby identical doors. Mine was 2nd from the staircase, and there was a potted plant a few feet down from it. Other than that it looks pretty much the same.

"My room is across the hall," He says, holding the door open for me.

"Right," I look over at it, remembering the events from earlier today. I'm about to walk into my room when I pause for a moment.

"Hey D'arcy," I ask, standing in the doorway. "Are you... okay?"

He glances at his shoulder, "I... I'm alright. It's just hard, you know?"

"Yeah..." I say half heartily. But then shaking my head, I answer honestly, "No."

I don't know. I've never lost a parent, not one who cared about me, anyway. Certainly not through death. I sigh, wishing I could understand, "I reckon it's gotta suck."

He lets out a small laugh, "It really does."

He looks sad, but he also looks... grateful?

I don't know what to do, so I just stammer 'good night' and disappear inside my bedroom. He returns the comment and gently shuts the door behind me. For a moment I'm just standing in the middle of the room. Someone has already brought my bag in. I think about changing into pajamas, instead I just plop onto the bed and let the sheets and comforter swallow me. I shut my eyes and let out a long sigh.

This is going to be a long week.