'Ian- do you feel that? I feel like we're being watched.'
Ian looked at Laci and laughed. "Silly, noone's here." He said, and patted her on the head. "It's just us. It's always been just us." He muttered the last part to himself, and looked up. The sky was a bright blue- which it shouldn't be, because the last time he checked they were inside. Inside a living room.
He opened his eyes to find himself sprawled out on a couch, thankful that he wasn't out in the sun like in his dream. Ian moaned and turned his head to look at Laci.
Honestly, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He replied to her with a 'I don't feel anything now but there might have been.' telepathically, and sat up very slowly. He glanced around the room.
Ian had fallen asleep next to Lacianne, before she and the others had. Isabel was asleep aswell as Elliot. Mentally scolding himself for falling asleep and leaving his sister in the care of those who they had only met a while ago, he watched her as she looked around the room. Ian brought a hand to his eyes and rubbed them, feeling childish as he did so. "Morning." He whispered, careful not to wake the half-bloods.