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How did he say that? Suibhne tested the name out in his mouth, playing with it in his mouth a bit. "Hassen Hindreik. Hassan hiendrick. H-Hassen.. Hassen Heindrick. Hassen Heindrick!" There it was. He got it right. Smiling to himself, he looked around and into the room. " 'Nother person?" he asked. There was something tat the Scottish man didn't know much about. Back in his village, you busted into places almost everyday- everytime. That was one of the things that England had not changed about him.

Sliding into the room with fluid movements, he looked at the figure in the bed for a moment. "Hope 'e wakes up soon." Grinning at the tall servant, the man left the room soon after and stretched.

Ah, if that man in the bed was as good-looking as Hassen, then he would be in his own lil', messed up Wonderland. Suibhne almost giggled to himself.

Wasn't he just a little too giddy? When taking in the events of today and everything else, his spirits did damper a little. There went his happy mood- dropping like the cliff divers back in his country.