Alac slowly opened his eyes and lifted his head, rubbing his left palm over his aching neck. He had dozed off, so only heaven knows how long. He knew he really needed some sleep but not yet, he still had a whole lot of things to unravel.

He was about time they have moved his son to the normal ward.

His son!.

He was already calling Number 5 his son.

That was weird.

What a quick way for him to accept the gibberish spit by the Doctor.

" Hi, are you Mr. Alac?." He heard someone say and turned around to see a female nurse in her twenties. She was...