Alison awoke early the next morning. She had had the worst sleep imaginable and was glad that daylight had appeared in her windows. She usually enjoyed her weekends, but today she felt she couldn't be bothered to watch her favorite TV shows, or her friend Sarah bringing her new CDs to listen to, or her mother. He wanted to get away from that place completely. She wanted to be alone, in a lifeless realm, just so she could sit alone and think. Alison walked down the street, her thoughts clouding her feelings. She had so much on her mind that she hadn't noticed Simon sitting on a bench by the cenotaph. "Wings?" Simon whispered, unsure if his friend had heard. Alison yes. She turned and gasped at the sight of Simon's black and blue face. “Simon? Who did this?" Alison asked with a worried look on her face. Simon didn't need to say anything. "Did your father do this to you?" Alison gasped. Simon nodded. Alison's face turned red with anger, her hands had automatically closed into firm fists, but he was still able to speak. “Why Simon?” he asked as calmly as possible. “He said it, didn't he? Rachel told him about our chat the other day I came back last night, he went crazy, he banged me and mom like it was nothing. Mom was in a worse mess than me, she had to go to hospital and get stitches. As usual, he cried, saying that she couldn't help it. I really hate it...” Simon looked at Alison, her face solemn at the news she had been told. "I could do it for you; I'll make his last breath painful," Alison stated harshly. Simon wasn't quite sure how to react. As much as he hated his father, he didn't want his life taken away from him – not from Alison, at least. “The policeman… middle of paper… and Alison swore under her breath. He ran to the door, slamming the door as hard as he could. He gave in and they both ran up the stairs to the room. “Alison, I can't believe what you did. If those cops catch us we're in trouble, you know that, right?” Matthew observed, panting. “You worry too much. Now please, we have to go, otherwise if they come up here… well, let's just say they'll never see life again,” Alison smiled. Matthew looked at Alison perplexed; he wasn't sure if he heard her correctly or if he was joking. The portal magic Matthew used began to do its work. The room swirled with blues and grays, nothing special like his mother's, but it still got the job done. Matteo declared the destination, approached the door and opened it slowly. A look of pain fell on him, but for Alison there was joy. Finally they were at the castle