Any other night, Klaus would have seen the light coming from under Five's door. This time, the teen was in his bed with his back close to the wall and curled into himself, right arm wrapped around a pillow.

The Apocalypse had been avoided but that didn't mean he had it any easier when it came to sleep. Five was often up at unholy hours, searching through their father's papers, trying to find clues about who were the other kids born on that same day in October or working on calculations. He only slept when he had exhausted himself, when no amount of coffee was enough to keep him up, because then he was too tired to even have nightmares.

He still wrote on walls, but only one of them now. He followed Luther's advise -it was easier when it was actually a good one- and reorganized his old room. No more toys or childish posters were scattered around the room, now kept on boxes and replaced by books and a few plants. One of the walls was painted with chalkboard paint so Five could write on it to his heart content and clean it easily.

Colorful pieces of chalk now also scattered on the table and some dropped on the floor, Klaus might step on them by accident after walking into the room.