"No."

“Seriously? When I was your age I had a lot of guy friends and they had dirty thoughts about any cute girl they saw."

"Not me. Maybe she ruined it for me."

"Oh, please." Emma waved her hand.

“If that was the case you wouldn't watch porn."

“True.”

“How about porn stars or any woman. No thoughts at all?"

"Maybe one woman, but..." He stopped and poked at his lip in thought.

"Its not like it would happen and shouldn't, but I guess it was still thinking about sex."

"Okay then." She answered, but didn't like that answer one bit.

Wouldn't and shouldn't happen had an ominous tone to it after everything she'd experienced here.

"Hey, mom, can I tell you something?"

"I always tell you that you can tell me anything."

"I had some weird dreams too." He lowered his head.

"Seeing you did to, I was wondering if um, maybe you might want me to stay here with you?"

"In my bed?"

"Yeah, like we did a few times right after dad died." Eric looked away, his face flushing.

"But I mean if you don't think you need the company then..."

"I'd like the company." She wasn't just saying that for his benefit.

After that last dream she didn't think she'd be able to go back to sleep. Maybe with Eric near her she'd be able to.

"Me too." He looked around the room.

“I gotta tell, this place is freaking me out a little."

"I think more happened here than Robin let on." Emma told him.

"I think I'm going to do some digging."

“How do you know that?" Eric asked.

“Ernest said some things to me and I want to see if they're true.”

“Like what?"

"Seeing we're both spooked I'd rather not talk about this tonight.

Not to mention he may not be right. He made it sound Like there's something weird about Robin so I don't want to just believe it. But I promise once I do some research I'll tell you."

“Fair enough." Eric slid off the bed, then lifted the covers to slide under next to her.