My mind was on my theory. It's not like it was true. I didn't even have evidence for it. Well, there was some evidence... Juan's alcoholism and fury. Alder and I were in our hallway. "Does the rest of the school know about Sky?" I asked. Alder didn't look up, he continued looking at her and furring her head.

"They probably do. It's getting harder to hide her." He lifted her. "Look how big she's getting!" It was true, Sky was as tall as my knee. I was surprised he could even hold her using just his hands, surely she must be heavier? He placed the wolf pup back in his lap. Sky, as she was deeply asleep, didn't even realize it.

"Our little girl is growing up," I replied, also stroking her head. My smile softened. "Our little girl..." I felt like a father. Alder looked at me.

"Sullivan," he began. I looked at him. "You'd really make a good.... you know." I rolled my eyes.

"Al, I have no problem with the word 'father', it's the word 'alcohol' I have problem with." He stared at me.

"Right."

"You okay? You seem a bit off." Alder's smile faded.

"The holidays are coming up.."

"Oh." I knew what holidays meant to my boyfriend... his father.

"You know I don't like those," he said.

"Yeah, I know," I said glancing at him. His eyes lightened slightly.

"Hey, I don't think he knows about you." A eerie chill ran down my spine. This sounded eerily familiar to a conversation we'd had before.

"My mother doesn't either, but Al, I think it'd be best not to tell him," I replied, remembering what he told me all those weeks ago. The abuse he endured worsened after his found out he was gay. If he found out he had a boyfriend.... I couldn't bear to think about it. Alder didn't answer. "I just don't want you to get hurt." Alder broke. He started screaming about pain that wasn't actually there. I stared at him for a bit. This situation was EXACTLY like the other one. I picked him up. He was light and unconscious, just like last time. I delayed less and raced to the infirmary. Sky, who was now awake chased after me, face full of worry. "C'mon Sky," I said. As we raced to the infirmary, a thought crossed my mind. Will Alder ever be free of the memories? I shook my head, the thought was ridiculous. Could you ever truly recover from a traumatic experience that left you scarred emotionally and physically. I shook my head again. My mind returned to Juan, how scarred was he that he'd turned to alcohol? I looked at the limp boy in my arms. I reached the infirmary. Was it bad that I still felt guilty sometimes after I'd accidentally triggered one of these? Even though they had nothing to do with me? I was panting. Pomfrey looked at me, bewildered, but she didn't have to guess what happened to Alder. I sometimes wondered if Alder had PTSD, it made sense, even if it was only slight.

"Bring him over here," she said and I obeyed. I placed Alder on the bed where I gazed at him. I still wondered why he could hold Sky, a growing wolf pup with only his hands and yet be light enough for me to carry him. "Let me guess, he triggered his memories?" I looked up.

"Yes." She frowned.

"Well, he'll be in here if you ever want to see him. I'll let him out in a few days." Pomfrey left and I looked at Alder, seemingly asleep peacefully. This situation was the same as last time only this time....

I didn't leave.