After dinner, Dylan was ready to go back but Lena stopped him as Capaldi grew dim and dimer in nights. Dylan watched out of window and find the fog has returned making things invisible. Another reason for him to like November nights as the fog appears out of nowhere, making things known and visible into things unknown and invisible. He don't remember, the first fog of year, when does it came, blinding Capaldi. There were so many things that he didn't get to see this year.
He thanked Style, who put his backpack in the car, that was now laying in the table.
"What are you thinking about Dylan?"
Lena says coming with towel on her head.
"Nothing much" Dylan grab her hand and made her sit before him on carpet, drying her hairs, he slowly massage her head.
"Lena" after some time wondering why she was so quite all this time, Dylan stops and find Lena fallen asleep.
"This girl, what should I do to her? "
Dylan laughs as he took a proof to show her later before taking her to bed.
