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Slowly opening his eyes, Quinn felt the best he had ever felt in a long time. It reminded him of when he was a young teenager and, on the weekends, would sleep in until three in the afternoon. There was no one to wake him up and nag him anyway like others had. Ever since turning, being thrown into all of this mess, it felt like he didn't even have a single day to rest.

'I thought life back then was hard, and now look at this.' Quinn thought.

He realised that he was in a bed, one that he had come to recognise as his own in the Castle. Although slightly different as it had been rebuilt after being destroyed from Borden's and Remus's battle. It was hardly noticeable since all the rooms were quite similar.

A large Victorian style bed, with old furnishings and rugs that had been there for who knew how many years.

"You're finally awake, sleepy head," Layla said, who was by his side and had the most genuine smile he had ever seen. It was clear that she was happy to see him awake.