Morpheus heard his father leave a few minutes ago, so he stood up from his chair and went downstairs. There had to be a case at least familiar to Miss Denver's. And if, he was determined to find it.

"Come on." The door was locked. Morpheus knew then and there that his father was serious. He usually never locked the doors. But Morpheus didn't feel discouraged. He knew his father kept his spare key under his mattress. So he made his way upstairs again.

"Rude boy! Rude boy!" August Magnelius Magnus the fifth sqeaked as he watched Morpheus pass his cage.
"Oh, shut up." He responded before closing the door to his cage room. Yes, that stupid pet had his own room. Right next to Hypnos' room. With a shake of his head, he opened the door to his father's room. It was squeaky clean as expected. Darian was really unique. He was a cleaning person, as well as a butler, a chauffeur and a chef. Of course, he had the ability to multiply himself, but that man deserved a raise.

"Okay, focus." Morpheus eyed his father's bed. It looked like an ordinary bed, obviously. But the difference was: one touch and you fall into a deep slumber. Even Morpheus couldn't resist it. His father obviously didn't need it, but it served as some sort of security when he was gone. Any intruder that searched his room for a secret, would look under his mattress. At least 74 percent would, which makes it the perfect trap. One touch and the intruder was asleep.

"Stick, stick." Morpheus searched for one and immediately looked towards the fireplace. He quickly got a hold of the fireplace tool that looked the most efficient. It was a golden shovel. Great, now he only had to make sure not to touch any part of his bed under no circumstance!

With the elegance of a fencer, he moved the tool under the blanket first, trying to get rid of every weight on top of the mattress. He smirked once the heavy object hit the ground on the other side. Now to the pillows. Within another couple of seconds and few controlled breaths, his expert hands managed to get rid of the pillows.

"Now to the hard part." He said, but stopped a second later.
"I should get another one." He told himself and went to get the one with the sharp end. On his way back to the bed, Morpheus heard a loud noise. Was his father back? He stopped in his tracks and listened for a second. He couldn't hear anything else, so he just shrugged and went to finish what he started.

"Even if he found me in here, what's he going to do? Nothing. I just wanted to get to the library and he locked the only pathway to it. So, I had to break into his room to get the key. If he gets angry, I'll ask him why the office was closed in the first place." He murmured to himself, suddenly having a weird gut feeling. What if he was going to be really mad? Like one time Morpheus accidentally broke a vase that beheld his mother's ashes? Another shake of his head. He was an adult now, for Helios' sake. He would not have it if his father yelled at him again. He would yell right back.

All of a sudden, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and jumped away from the bed.
"Father, I can expl-" He turned around, the heavy weight still on his shoulders.
"Miss Denver!" He more screeched than said as soon as he laid eyes on the sleepwalking woman.

How in the world did she get in? How did she even find the house? Once Darian disoriented her, there was no possible way for her to find him. Unless Darian didn't do what he was told, which was practically impossible. He was an Are, he had to serve his Uvalions. There was no way around it. It was his natural instinct.

"Miss Denver, you have to let me go." Morpheus ordered, letting go of the tools in his hands and grabbing her forearms that seemed to be determined to choke him with their vice-like grip. Obviously her sleepwalking form was yet to listen to anyone. She was as asleep as someone in a coma and Morpheus had a hard time shaking her, since he did not feel confident not to trip and fall onto the mattress.

Suddenly he had an idea. In one swift motion, he turned them around, so that Miss Denver was almost hovering over the bed. This was weird, Morpheus noticed as he successfully pried her hands away from him. Long enough to push her onto the bed without falling as well. He straightened up a second later and took two steps away, feeling like he could only breathe out now.

"What the heck? That's impossible!" He said a minute later when instead of continuing to lay in bed quietly, she straightened her back and sat up. His eyes widened when he watched Miss Denver stand up and walk towards him again, her eyes still closed. Oh no.

"Miss Denver!" He yelled, stepping back with every step she took forward. She wasn't waking up. He looked around for the tools, but decided against using them. That could've ended badly and he didn't want to hurt Miss Denver any more than he already did. So he quickly turned around and ran into his father's bathroom, took out a cup and filled it with cold water. He then turned towards the door and braced himself to see her open it a couple seconds later. And within another short second, the woman was splashed with ice cold water.

Her eyes fluttered open as she stopped in her tracks. Afraid that the first splash of water wasn't enough, he turned around to fill the cup up again. And he splashed her once more.

"What the hell?!" She yelled, now fully awake. Where was she? Why was she freezing? She couldn't feel her feet and looked down. Where were her shoes?
"I'm so cold." Her lips started to look blue to Morpheus as she hugged herself. He looked at her feet as well. Her only sock-covered feet. Did she come here without shoes? No way, he thought.

"Miss Denver?" He placed the cup aside and stepped towards her.
"What am I doing here? I'm so cold." Her body was shaking and Morpheus felt worse than before. It appeared she did come here without shoes. It was a long walk from her apartment. It was fall weather and especially cold tonight. He just watched her, kind of at loss for words.

"Morpheus, what happened?" She stuttered through trembling lips. Was she- was she crying?
"Uh, you- I don't-" He started stuttering now.
"Come with me." He ordered, taking a hold of her elbow and quickly making his way to his room.

"Ouch, please not so fast. I think my feet are bleeding." She cried out, making him look down and sure enough they were causing red footprints behind them. What the heck?!
"Come, you should take a bath and warm up before I scowl at you for hugging me again." He said with all seriousness as he lead them into his attached bathroom.

"I have a bathbomb that is supposed to make your muscles relax." He told her, preparing the bath tub.
"Is it also a product of your magic world?" Charlie asked with a weak voice, making Morpheus turn towards her as he let the water run.
"No, it's from Lush." He shook his head and then stepped in front of her.

"What?" She asked, still hugging herself.
"Well, do you need help getting in?" He asked, feeling even more awkward than usually when he was around her.
"I- I don't think so." She gulped. Morpheus simply nodded and went to leave, but then he turned back towards her.

"Just for your information, it's not a magic world. We're not wizards." He thought he needed to clear that up. Charlie simply nodded and then watched him nod back before leaving her alone.

The steam of the warm water already made her feel way better than before. But her feet were now hurting more than ever. Did she sleepwalk here with only socks on? It seemed like it. She shook her head and wiped her tears. She was so cold, confused and tired. And she couldn't stand for much longer. So she sat down at the rim of the tub and got rid of her shirt and bra. Seated, it was a little more complicated to take off her pants, but she managed. Then came her socks. She shook her head as soon as she lifted her left foot.

"Ouch!" She yelped in pain and immediately heard fast footsteps approaching the bathroom door.
"Miss Denver, are you okay?" Came his worried sounding voice. That was a first, Charlie thought.
"No." She murmured, still holding onto one sock. The door creaked open, faster than possible for her to grab a towel and cover herself up.

"What are you doing?" Her hands flew to her breast and private area immediately when he stepped in.
"You said you weren't okay!" Morpheus said, looking directly at her. It appeared to have taken him a few seconds to realize that she was indeed naked. His eyes widened and he felt bad for not wanting to look away. But he turned around, his back to her now.
"I apologize. You sounded like you were in pain. I thought you needed my help." He admitted. A rather loud gulp of his followed.

"Well, if you're already in here. I could use your help." She watched as the tips of his ears turned red.
"You do?" He sounded breathless and Charlie felt a weird sensation in the pit of her belly. This was so awkward.
"Yes. Just- just don't look." She watched him nod.

"Could you just help me take off my socks, please? I think I can't do it on my own." She said, carefully watching his every move. To her surprise, he appeared to be even more awkward than her. She wondered if he ever saw a woman naked. It wouldn't surprise her if he hadn't. After all, he did live a pretty isolated life.

"And how am I supposed to do that without looking?" His voice interrupted her thoughts. Oh yes, back to business.
"Wait." She said, looking around for a towel to cover herself. One hung right next to the sink. Only that the sink was a little farther away than her arms could reach.
"Uh, could you maybe hand me a towel?" Charlie decided to just ask Morpheus, instead of standing up again. And the towel that he held out to her was even bigger, so she could wrap it around herself completely.

"Thank you. You can look now." She said, immediately feeling the awkwardness go down from a level 10 to a level 7.
"You're welcome." Was his short response as he turned around to face her again. Morpheus also felt more comfortable now and so he let his eyes roam down her still slightly shaking body. She must still be cold, despite the instant rise of temperature due to the hot water.

"Hi." Charlie said, catching Morpheus off guard.
"Hi." He said back to her and watched her blink as if snapping out of it.
"Uh, here." She lifted her right foot awkwardly and saw his confused facial expression.
"Just do it quickly and don't mind me screaming. Please, be careful though. Quick, but careful." She told him, already flinching from the thought of having to take care of her wounds.

So his fingers simply took a hold of the tip of the sock, above the toes and pulled.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Within a second, he had the first sock off.
"Miss Denver-"
"Don't worry, just quick." She cried out in pain from the first foot, lifting up her other foot.

Morpheus sighed and looked away as he took off the second one. That one must've hurt even more as he watched her cover her face after another loud screaming in pain.
"Miss Denver-" He started again.

"Its not that bad, I need to be alone now. Thank you, Morpheus." She interrupted him once more, irking him more than she anticipated. But she would not have him see her cry. She was a big girl and was able to take care of herself.

And so he did what she wanted and left.