Thirteen's eyes abruptly opened, his biological clock nudging him awake perfectly on time.
As he attempted to get up, his sudden movement made Erica, who was hugging him, also open her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Erica groggily asked.
"I need to prepare to go to the Colosseum," Thirteen replied.
The young lady blinked once then twice before placing her right hand behind Thirteen's head and pushing him closer to her chest.
"Have you forgotten?" Erica asked. "The arena is destroyed and is currently under repair. It will take at least three days to repair it and reinforce it to prevent it from getting destroyed again."
Thirteen, whose face had just been pressed against two soft hills, finally remembered that Erica was right.
After this realization, he no longer resisted and even wrapped his arms around Erica's back, allowing his head to nestle in that warm, soft place that calmed his heart.
