Once she got back into the swing of work, the rest of her shift flew by. When it was time to go, she called her mother and went to wait outside. She waved to the few people entering and exiting the hospital. When her mother pulled up, she hurried down the wet steps and got inside. "Good day?" Her mother asked. Ana gave a light silent nod and just warmed her hands by the heating vents as they lurched forward. "I made chicken and rive for dinner." She said as they breezed through a green light. Her mother glanced to Ana as she pulled into their usual single parking slot. "Are you sure you're alright?" She asked before she got out. 

"Yes, I'm fine. Work was fine, I'm just drained, you know how rain gets to me." Ana smiled and got out.

That was that.

The two women headed inside to get something warm and filling into their tummies. The night was quiet, mostly because Ana still had her mind on the boy she met earlier and how his wound had healed up so quickly. It hadn't been the first time it had happened but it never happened so quickly before. She knew she couldn't tell her mother because that would only make things worse. Anabelle found herself unable to finish her plate by the time her mother retired for the night. Ana stayed up and cleaned the kitchen and put everything away. She could take some leftovers into work tomorrow.

Getting into bed, Ana found herself unable to go right to sleep. Her thoughts were cluttered and unfocused. She finally clocked out at three or so. When she woke up, it was a bit later than usual, as her shift didn't start until ten which gave her more of an opportunity to catch up on the sleep she missed. Her mother made her a breakfast of eggs and toast but Ana was still cautious when it came to the chit chat exchanged over tea. The sky was gray but no longer threatened to rain down upon the city. Of course there was still a chance or rain or snow, depending on how the day panned out. As Ana got out of the shower and got dressed, she found herself feeling a little better. Any surge of involuntary healing was usually a one-shot situation and didn't come back for a while.

With any luck, she wouldn't see the guy again and her issue would fade back under the surface. Ana was dropped off as usual and headed into work to get her day started. Before she could get to her first patient, she got a page and headed off to see what the issue was. She listened for any crash codes or issues but to her knowledge, her summons wasn't really an urgent one. When she made her way to the nurse's station, she saw the man from before holding the sweatshirt she had given him. Ana bit down on her lip, feeling anxious. Still, she put on a smile because she was still glad to know he was feeling good. "Hi there." Anabelle greeted him. "Is everything alright?" She asked him. The other nurses gave her some interesting looks but headed off to make their own rounds.

- - -

Once the boy had done enough sitting around, he decided to become more proactive. He needed to scope out the area and make a mental note of who was around and what could be used to his advantage. He gathered his things and went for a walk. As he did so, he found his mind clearing. He could use his special power to invade thoughts, gather information but he wanted to ease into a new situation. He was used to being on his own ever since he and Kieran parted ways to do their own exploring. Had Devon known Kieran went to the human world, he would have laughed.

Had he been there himself?

No.

Well once.

And it didn't suit him much so he didn't stick around. Their thoughts were more annoying and they were glued to odd devices and walked around like zombies. They were no help and so Devon stayed where he was comfortable, where he could make do on his own or with a group of magicians. It was possible Kieran had made some progress with his eventual trips to the other world but Devon was still weary. He had enough problems in one world, to not make more in another. As he walked around the area, he spotted a group of children kicking some rocks back and forth. It didn't look like a game but it looked like they were having fun at least.

"Hey." He called out to them. "Is there a well near by? Or a lake?"

"A lake?"

"Yeah, water." Devon replied to the tall blond with curly hair and blue eyes.

"My mum says not to talk to strange men." A girl with rosy cheeks said.

"She's right, you shouldn't talk to strange men. Or listen to them. Or even follow them." Devon smiled. "I'm not a strange man though. I'm just an ordinary man like you and your friends." He slowly approached them. "I just arrived and can't find my around. I think you're all clever enough to help me right? You lot look old enough to be making up your own minds and not having to look to your parents for answers. I'm sure you have people you love who are fighting, maybe you want to join them, or maybe not." He continued and crouched down in front of them. "Maybe these civil wars are pointless to you because they are to me." He smiled. The blond boy looked to Devon and then to his other three friends. "Do you like all this fighting?"

"No." He replied.

"Good." Devon stood up. "See, we can be friends. And friends help those who are lost. Where's this lake?" He asked. The kids explained there was a lake about a mile away on the east side of the village but not many people used it because there were claims that it could put a curse on you. Ah idle myths. Devon thanked them and headed to the lake, known as Lake Wyhrria. When he got there, he was pleased to see a lush green setting. A large white snow capped mountain in the faraway background. Lake Wyhrria was round and glossy and Devon sensed no threats around. He knew he'd have to camp by it for the night since the sun would be setting soon. He was quite fine with that.