Every little movement had Jack on edge for most of the night, waking up every time there was a loud creak in the old house or a movement beside him. The long day, however, took a toll on him and after a point he fell into a deep sleep. He only awoke again when the body beside him moved completely. He peeled his eyes open, blinking several times to clear the bleariness. For a split second, he thought he was still asleep then the memories from the night before rushed back to him. "Alice?" He asked, his voice still rough with sleep, "How are you feeling?" He started to sit up slowly.