A faint noise jolts me awake.I peel one eye open and stare at the ceiling.Where am I?I don't have a portrait in my room.I yawn again.Everything is foggy till the memories from last night rush back in.

　　Our house.

　　My room.

　　We have our own house!

　　I straighten up and press a hand to Ben's side of the bed.It is still warm.I hear it again,the sounds of metal hitting metal.I grab Ben's shirt and button it halfway to my chest.The bathroom is my ...