With a glance at the clock, Anemone found it was nearing midnight. She gave a deep sigh, knowing she had stayed far too late at her parents home that evening. Every few nights Anemone made it a mission to return home for dinner with the family. The only problem was, they started watching a movie.. and well with the over an hour ride home, it was now nearing midnight. Stopping at a stop light, Anemone let out a yawn and stretch. Her foot slipped off of the brake as the car rolled forward slightly. She reacted too fast, and slammed back down on the brake. Cursing at herself as the car slammed her back into the seat.

Of coarse Anemone wasn't worried for her own life per say, but the fact she had taken Erryck's car was what worried her. The jerk blocked her in garage, so instead of going threw the process of waking him up, Anemone just took his car for the night. Of coarse she could have just backed his car out of the driveway, backed her out, and then driven his back in.. but no no, that was far too much work. Because that was so much better. Hopefully he did not wake up and need it... Or at least would not be awake to even know. Anemone at least had filled it back up for him. She was not really that much of a jerk after all. If at all.

Within a couple of minutes, and a couple of more turns, Anemone rolled into the driveway. Parking the car and hopping out. She let out another yawn. Funny thing was, with so many late night shows, Anemone did not feel tired. It was just the hour long driving both ways that wore her out. So much concentrating. Not to mention being alone got on her nerves quickly. It was not like playing the guitar where every movement for her was memorized. Or the Synth were each key and button was perfectly aligned all of the time. No, instead there were always people trying to kill you! She turned to close the door.. and wouldn't you know? The alarm went off. "Are you kidding me?" Anemone said to herself. Quickly hitting the button on the key ring to make the car shut up.

"Well that had to wake someone up..." She told herself, heading up the stone walkway into the band's mansion. Anemone was never used to such space before. Growing up in a very large (even too big many would say) family, getting dressed alone was nearly impossible. Even going to the bathroom peacefully could be tricky... but they were just family. So now, not only was there a huge house, but there were only five people, everyone had their own room and such to themselves. It was completely new to Anemone. After sharing a room with four others for so many years.

She headed into the front door, locking it behind her briskly and taking her shoes off. Trying to be a quiet as she could. Possibly Anemone would make her way to the kitchen to get a light snack. Because what better to do at midnight? Sleep? Nooooo, sleep is for the weak! Funny thing, now the car alarm sound was stuck in her head. While Anemone sat on the ground to untie her shoes, she hummed the phrase in her head. Setting her shoes on the rug by the door. Mainly so she would not have to track dirt in. Down the hall she could hear movement right before the door to the outside closed shut again. Anemone had to guess it was Keara. She was really the only one who used that door at night. Well at least that often.

Anemone headed into the kitchen. Seeing the stack of dishes in the sink from the band's dinner that night. Normally things like this would bother people. Anemone honestly could care less either way. She did not like chores, but at the same time would do them. Sometimes without even thinking much about it Anemone would clean an entire room spotless. How many times had her friends had to kick her out of their rooms when she went in to tidy up. Anemone went over to the sink and started to wash the dishes, soon moving on starting the dishwasher, and cleaning the counters. Out of the kitchen window, Anemone could see Keara's figure kneeling down by something. She also had a box in her hand. Hopefully it wasn't a raccoon or something.