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I laid in bed that night, thinking about the events that had happened previously. Why did Professor Shepherd choose me? I mean, I know why_he chose me. But why _me? He could've chosen some random schmuck from the street for Pete's sake! But, I'm not going to judge. I love that he chose me, to entrust me with his canine troupe that he created, technically, by hand.

The only reason that he chose me in the first place was because he didn't feel like cleaning up after them. Which I can understand. Then again, it's not fun cleaning up after any animal. But it's a job that's got to be done, no matter what. It's just nature...sort of.

As I kept thinking about this, I heard my door crack open.

"Hey, Comrade, you awake?" a voice asked. I could tell it was Exile immediately.

"Yes, Exile," I answered. "What is it?"

"I feel kinda lonely in my room. Can you...you know...sleep with me?"

"It would be my pleasure." I smiled. I got out of bed and followed him to his room.

We got under his covers and curled up beside each other.

"I've been thinking about this...thing that we've been having recently," Exile whispered.

"And...?" I urged.

"I think we might be, I don't know, rushing it a bit."

"Well, I don't know about_that_."

"C'mon, Jay. We've only been having sex for the past couple of months. Let's let things go slow. At least for now. Please? For me?"

"I don't think we're Russian it, though," I joked. "Not yet, anyway."

"Good one." Exile said with little enthusiasm. "Normally it is me who make Russian jokes. But this is serious."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to lighten the mood," I apologized.

"And I thank you for that. But seriously. Please," he begged.

"Alright, alright, I'll let us take a break for a while."

"Good. But for now, let's enjoy this beautiful night together."

He embraced me in his arms.

I snuggled close to him, placing my right hand on his chest.

Exile nuzzled his muzzle against my hair and inhaled deeply. It still felt weird, but I was cool with it.

I watched as Exile started to drift off to Slumberland. His eyes started to droop. They were becoming harder to hold up for him, I could tell. Soon, he crashed his head against his pillow and started to snore. It wasn't loud, but it was enough to notice.

I stared at him for a while longer, enjoying the view of his beautiful face, watching a tiny bit of drool trying to run off his lower lip. I got to it in time.

Exile snorted for a second and then continued to sleep. Not long after, I started to drift off with him. I took one last look at him before I was out like a light.

The following morning, just like all the others when I sleep in Exile's room, he was gone, leaving me to sleep alone.

I got up and went to the kitchen, to see if anyone was in there. They were not.

I went to Professor Shepherd to see if he needed anything. He did not.

"What you could do, though," he suggested, "is vacuum the floors a bit. They look like they need it. Bad."

"Where did the Rovers go?" I asked.

"They went off on their assigned mission. They'll be back in a while. Now go," he insisted.

I did as I was told and went to vacuum the rugs, waiting for the Road Rovers to return. It's so lonely here without them, I realized. It's just like living in a big mansion without any friends or family. Man that must suck.

I was on the second to last rug when the Road Rovers finally returned. I never knew there were so many rugs! I better start doing this on a regular basis.

"Hey, guys, welcome back!" I greeted.

"Hey, Jay," Hunter answered. He started to look around, bewildered. "Say, did you do something to this place? It looks...nicer; like...I don't even know!"

"I only vacuumed the rugs," I murmured.

"It still looks nice," he added.

The boys crashed on the couch, while Colleen went into the bathroom to fix her hair. They grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. They surfed through each channel, to see what was on, and if there was anything good. There was not.

"Why is there nothing good on this television? It's just this Oprah and Doctor Phil, whoever he is," Exile complained.

"Why don't we pop in a movie?" I suggested.

"Like what?" Hunter wondered.

"I don't know, maybe 'Judge Dredd'? That wasn't too bad of a movie."

Everyone agreed. I searched for it, found it, and popped it in. It was about fifteen minutes in when I suggested to make popcorn. Everyone agreed, so I went to make some.

As it finished popping, I pulled out a giant bowl and poured it in. I brought it out and we all enjoyed the popcorn as well as the movie.

A couple of times, me and Exile reached into the bowl at the same time and accidently touched hands. You know what I'm talking about. That cliché moment. I'm pretty sure you've seen it in many movies and TV shows. Same old, same old. Whatever. Let's continue with the story, shall we?

It was about an hour and a half, or something like that. It wasn't bad, but I've seen better.

After the movie, I decided to go investigate the noise that I heard earlier in the day.

I walked down the hall, inspecting the walls. I looked at the pictures, like I did last time. Nothing.

"Hello?" I called.

Still nothing.

I walked down to the bathroom. I peered in through the doorway, seeing nothing but darkness.

Weird, I thought. Well, since I'm in here already, mind as well take a hot shower.

Like I said before, I shouldn't have done that in this kind of situation, but YOLO, right?

As I was taking my shower, I enjoyed the nice, hot water, letting it cascade down my body, letting it overtake me with its heat.

I was finishing up my hair when I heard a thump!

I stood there for a second. "H-hello?"

Nothing.

I shook the thought out and continued my shower by lathering the rest of my body.

The sound came again.

"Okay, who's there? I know someone's in here!"

Still nothing.

I got out of the shower, still soapy.

I walked to the mirror and peered at it. As I gawked, I could've sworn_I saw a figure in the back corner. I turn around just to make sure. _It must be my mind playing tricks on me. It has to be. This doesn't happen in real life, does it?

I look back at the mirror. What was that? I had to make sure. I stared at it again. I saw something else. I decided to not look behind me this time. I leaned my head in closer. Closer.

My head was now merely millimeters from the glass. I squint; wanting, begging to figure out what the mysterious figure was. All that I could make out was that it look almost blob-like. Just a little black mist. I couldn't identify it at all.

Suddenly, little tiny red circles formed. Those must be his eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I was not expecting this.

I was speechless. I stared at it with a gaping open mouth. I had never seen anything like this before in my entire life. I just wanted to get out of there - and fast.

I pulled myself away and went back into the shower. I washed off the access soap, wrapped myself around, and left the room within a blink of an eye.