She woke up around midnight.

Sweat dripped down to her blankets slowly as she breathed in and out, as if she was trying to calm herself.

That fuckin dream again, Narcissa thought. That dream that came when she was looking at that community and found out she could read and understand German when, in her opinion, she wasn't the slightest bit German and never bothered with the language when he was still alive. She couldn't understand how it was possible; what that weird guy was telling her just...didn't make sense. Didn't make sense at all.

Narcissa lay back on the bed when she had spent enough time breathing. The past few weeks have been...uneventful to say the least. The usual routine of kicking rocks at the park and beating up thugs in the alleys. Not to mention, her mandatory drinking and smoking sessions.

The nicotine and alcohol were practically getting to her head; had a few headaches that somehow ended up with her thinking about that guy on the community. She really couldn't figure why he would just pop out in her head. They weren't related but something deep inside of her says otherwise.

She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep. Maybe she should ask for what's Portuguese for aspirin when she's better.

Nicotine and alcohol were a bad mix. A very bad mix, as a short-tempered Narcissa made her way to her usual bench at the park. She clutched one side of her head with her left hand, made a grimace and sat down.

The pigeons were absent, which Narcissa didn't mind. She only kicked rocks at them when it was necessary.