At night, while Magnus was lying in his bed, he opened his eyes again. He had been tossing and turning on the bed and couldn't sleep while his mind was trying to disturb him. He was annoyed at the part that even if he stopped himself from going back to what happened earlier, he couldn't do it because it was waking up on its own, especially the memory of how the girl's hand touched his hands now he really hated it.

"That girl," he whispered while still staring at the open window. "She's incredible."

He was just going to put it to sleep but he looked at the door when...