Alvin's eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. He hadn't been able to fall asleep again.
His body felt restless—hungry, actually.
"Great," he muttered under his breath. "Starving in the middle of the apocalypse. That's exactly how every legendary mage dreams of spending his second life."
Dragging himself from the warm bed where Xavier slept soundly, Alvin slipped into his robe and padded to the kitchen. His long blue hair fell forward like a silk curtain, messy from tossing on the pillow. His face was pale but sharp, those tired eyes still glimmering with a cold wit.
Alvin went downstairs and saw there were quite some mess in the living room. Children toys, tea cups here and there.
There was also a weird mushroom growing in the side of the room... Huh? Why did that mushroom look like Alice?
... Well... That was Alice.
Looking at the time and then at the mess in room, he sighed.
'Alice? "
