Cross surveyed the room from his position on his bed, trying to get any clue as to what had woken him up. It had felt like someone had been shaking him awake. But Cross was not entierly sure if the phantom touch he felt on his shoulder was real or not. It would not have been the first time he imagined things right before he woke up properly.

The problem now was that it seemed he had woken up for nothing and he would have trouble falling asleep again. The feeling on his shoulder refused to fade away, so Cross rolled his shoulder as if to get rid of the feeling. Just as he did so, he could feel that something was very wrong; Why could he feel no pain? He knew perfectly well that he had not healed it before bed (having exhausted himself trying to heal Killer and all), so why did his shoulder not give any indication of it now?

He closely inspected the places on his body that he knew should still display the injuries he substained. He could not find them, it was like he never had gotten injured at all.

'Did Dust sneak into my room to heal me or something?'

The idea was the most logical one. It would explain why he was healed and why something seemed to have woken him up. The only problem with it was that there was no way Dust had enough magic left to do it.

With a glance to the door, he was tempted to search the mansion for clues of his mysterious healer. But it was only for a moment, he rather not his 'boss' find him somewhere he shouldent be. 

'It's best to be on the safe side.'

Resigned, Cross tried his best to go back to sleep. Even as the mystery of his healer keept disturbing his sleep.

***

In the morning Killer ask's him if he was the one to heal him in the middle of the nigh and he has to deny it. Dust deny having anything to do with it either. It remains a mystery, but the three of them comes to a silent agreement to solv it before their 'boss' enters the room begining another day of trying to stay alive under his tyrany.