Gwen rolled over onto her stomach and stared at him from across the room. He seemed happier now and for some reason much more talkative.

"You took how long to what!?!" Gwen sighed, this poor soul he had so much time to spend locked away in that dark place that he had years carving into a mountain. What other things did he do? Gwen rolled her eyes at her inner thoughts. She had no reason to know him that well.

Was that sofa really that great? "Well then, hell really is a horrible place." She frowned, "So you want to exercise your brain , well you can once the package gets here, you'll only have a short time to remember your phone number and your other important information." Standing up she walked over towards him, her eyes met his as she sat down next to him, her hand on his now.

" So how did we meet Noah?" She smiled sweetly at him.

"A lecture on theoretical physics. Specifically, the nature of spacetime, my field of expertise, which also explains why I was at the lab so promptly; namely because I've been taking an avid interest in your work on portals."

He smiles.

"By the way, your equations were a little off. I could feel the instability in your portal as I came through."

She nodded, that made sense. Two common work related fields, it would play into her life well. No one would suspect too much. Gwen opened her mouth to speak but quickly quieted. Wait, my equations!? Wrong!?

Gwen huffed crossing her arms, her chest pushing up because of the force from her arms.

"Well I'll be, you real-" She stopped short when the door bell rung. Gwen sighed, "Its your que, Noah" She said with an eye roll.

With a nod, the man rises and collects the package, signing his name as if he'd been doing so all his life. Returning to the sofa, grabbing a phone along the way, he opens his delivery and begins to sort through it as he dials the emergency services.

"Hello? Police and ambulance, please. My girlfriend has been involved in a terrible accident at her lab. When I went in, she was covered in some sort of strange dust - there were piles of it all around the room - and she was babbling something about a portal, and demons. We're at her house currently. I can only assume she's in shock from whatever happened. No, there was nobody else at the lab. The address? Certainly..."

He continues to answer all the questions, perfectly performing the role of a worried and confused boyfriend. After a little while, he hangs up with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Police are on their way to the lab, police and ambulance coming here. Showtime."

Gwen sat on the couch and watched as he opened the front door, the man was dressed as a regular delivery man but she knew better. He nodded at her through the door and she nodded back. Once he was gone she watched Noah sort threw the items that had been delivered. A passport complete with new I.D and his birth certificate and all the other essentials had been made. He was now officially a paper carrying human. Gwen watched in fascination as her pretend lover played the part of her disturbed boyfriend who was genuinely worried for his girlfriend. She felt her mouth go dry, this feeling felt bitter.

"I suppose I should go prepare myself for this then huh." Standing she made sure her hair and make-up would fit with his reaction, ruffling her hair a bit more and wiping some more of her mascara onto her face.

The police would ask her all sorts of questions and she had to be ready. "Alright, a little bit about me when they ask you, I have no family, no pets and I do not have allergies. I'll obviously be too scared to talk at this point, and you shouldn't look so clean..." Walking towards him she undid a few of his buttons and crumpled his shirt causing it to wrinkle. "Something still isn't right." Looking him over a bit before she smiled, "That's it." She stood on the tips of her toes and ruffled his hair a bit. "There we are, that should do it." She sat on the couch, pulling her legs to her chest, "Okay, now come sit beside me and put your arm around my back and wait until they get here." She thought of her mother and all she must be suffering because of the angels and their selfishness. Her eyes started to produce warm and wet tears.

He grins as she messes up his shirt and hair. When she tells him to sit beside her, he does so, his side pressing up against hers and his arm around her shoulders, holding her close. His other hand grips hers, thumb stroking the back of her hand. His head rests against hers.

"Hey, it's alright. Don't cry. We'll sort this out together."

His expression is one of genuine concern, and if it's an act, it's an impeccable one.

Gwen let the tears fall and smear her make-up again. When he sat down and put his arm around her, she felt a chill go down her spine, making her tremble slightly. Looking into his eyes she felt her face grow hot, he looked concerned, just like a real man would be if his girlfriend really was an escaped survivor of a blo- er, dust bag, would be.

"You're really good at this, you know?" He was stroking her hand with his thumb, her hand fit well in his, Gwen felt a small smile lift to her lips. "As long as you're here with me, I feel safe." She pushed her head into his shoulder. This acting wasn't going to be as hard as she thought. 'Whoa Gwen! Chill out on the enjoyment of this. This is temporary...no need to act so convincing just yet,' Her mind scolded. Rolling her eyes she closed them tightly pushing more tears out onto his shoulder, letting a few drip onto his shoulder. A few more moments passed before a loud knock made her move from his embrace. "Showtime." She mouthed to him, nodding towards the door.

"Police, open up!" A gruff voice shouted at the door.

Standing up, Noah - because now, he's completely immersed in the role - hurries to the door and opens it, glancing at the man's badge.

"Officer... Samuels, thank goodness you're here. Are the paramedics here yet? I'm pretty sure my girlfriend's in shock, and possibly hallucinating. She said something about demons. Speaking of which, I shouldn't leave her alone. Just through here."

His voice carries agitation, concern and confusion, and he seems truly worried about her. His acting skills are flawless as he jogs back to her side, sitting down gently and holding her close.

"Gwen, honey... this is Officer Samuels. He's here about what happened at the lab."

The officer followed him into the apartment his eyes narrowed until he spotted the women he'd seen in magazines and interviews for the past two weeks, crying, her eyes looked awful, her outfit ruined and her hair a mess. She looked like she had just been through hell and was going to do nothing for his investigation but, it was his job to take a statement, no matter how garbled it may be. Watching the two hold each other was gut wrenching, he looked so upset and worried and her eyes were so tired. He sighed, taking off his hat showing off his balding head. Bending down in front of Gwen he spoke in a low voice.

"Alright Missus Davis, right?" She nodded to him. "Alright, now please , if you can just describe to me in your best words, what happened tonight?" His note pad and pencil at the ready.

Gwen let her mind go blank, her expression almost listless, then genuine discomfort came to her face. She let a few more tears plop onto his shoulder again, "So many faces, so many piles. All dead!" She put her arm around his neck holding onto him tightly her sobs came harder than she planned, this might be her only chance to weep, so she did. Her poor mother and father died almost four years ago and finally after all that time she could weep for them. She noted the Officer looked familiar, without looking at him, her face in his shoulder still she spoke. "They came through, it was so- scary...these things were ugly beasts, I don't recall the others features, but one was tall. At least six foot two or so, his skin was dark. It's eyes a stark green color.' She lied but it was all to protect her 'lovers' identity just in case someone got wise. "He shouted something in another language ,his wings were huge, its feet and hands claw like. It was like looking at a Demon of some sort." She snuggled tighter into his chest. 'I just, so many people...dust and then vanished, they were all gone and he left me...to witness he had said...I don't know what to do..." She cried harder now. Her whole body shook with the force of her sobs.

The officer sighed, writing down what she said, even the description of the 'Demon' she spoke of. Standing her nodded to them both, putting his cap back on. "Thank you Miss's Davis, also Noah if my secretary spoke right, at what time do you think you picked her up from the lab? Were you driving her there or?"

He holds her tighter as she sobs, gently stroking her hair as he talks to the policeman.

"An hour ago? Maybe more, I'm not sure. I was on my way there to watch the experiment - I'm a theoretical physicist specialising in spacetime - but I was late. Probably a good thing, since all the others who were there are nowhere to be found. I got this phone call from Gwen, all hysterical about demons, so I brought her back here in her car and called the emergency services."

Scratching his pencil against the paper he wrote this down, putting a question mark around Noah's career. "Well son, that is a very tough job eh?" The officer closed his notepad. "Alright, I think that's enough from you both, I'll be in touch if I need anymore information." He nodded towards them both. Turning towards the door to leave when a rush of Paramedics came rushing by him.

The only female medic knelt down beside Gwen. "Missus Davis, now don't panic, but I need to make sure if you're alright, can you stand?" Gwen slowly moved away from Noah's embrace looking at the medic with red and tired eyes, only nodding, she looked to Noah, using his arm for support she stood, her body moved while she stood, causing her to wobble a bit. The medic stood and held her by the waist, the other team had set up a stretcher. "Do you wish to go to the hospital Missus Davis?" One of the other medics asked, Gwen sniffled and nodded. "I- can Noah come with me- please." She said in between sniffles. The paramedics all agreed. The officer shook his head, this girl looked worse than ever now, "I hope you have a speedy recovery Miss Davis, take care Noah, I will be in touch." Officer Samuels left with a tip of his hat to Noah. The paramedics helped Gwen onto the stretcher. While the pushed her out into the hallway into the elevator they waited for Noah.

Noah nods to the officer and stands, remaining within arm's reach of Gwen at all times and taking her hand once they get settled in the ambulance. As it drives, he looks out of the window with a frown, remaining silent the whole way.

Once they were at the hospital, Gwen had at least six vials of blood taken and she was truly weak now. She scoffed at the amount they had to take. Being put in her own private room had taken at least an hour. She would remember that for future investments. More staff. All of her tests are negative, except a bit of small doses or radiation, which weren't awful but still needed to be thought about, only one more test to go and they could leave. Groaning she looked to her pretend lover, Noah. "We'll be able to go home soon, sweetie, thank you for taking care of me. You will be staying with me tonight right?" She asked her eyes looked glossy with tears.