Albert had walked back to his Flat to try to work of some of the energy he seemed to have picked up with the kiss of Erik. normally he would have gone hunting to work this off but this time an idea had filled his mind and all he could think about was what was to happen next in his story. The night watch man nodded as he walked back in and went back to the book he had been reading. Albert wondered what was so good about it that made the humans want to read it so often. If he was remembering correctly this was the third time he had read that book. sighing he rode the elevator up to the 21st floor and opened the doors onto his flat. it was larger then most of the ones in this building but then when you owned it and did not rent it. there was going to be a difference in size.

one whole wall was filled from floor to ceiling with windows. the lights of the city bright enough that he did not need to turn on the main light. soon though as the other people around him went to bed he would have to turn up the lights, he would deal with that as the time came. his fingers seemed to fly as the pictures of his novel seemed to flow out of the pencil. he really did not think that the pictures were worth publishing, some one would hire a proper artist to do them when he died. for now he was just wanting to get the story out before he died. sheets of pictures that professional artist would have given their left hands for fell to the floor, rejected for their poor quality. he was so in tune with his work he would not hear the door open or close though he would notice if the person moved into the room.