Travis was somewhat of a light sleeper; in some instances it made sense. Having the ability to control the wind, he could feel shifts and movements within the air without so much as trying. So it didn't strike odd when the man arose to strange surplus of movement within his home as he laid over his bed. Popping his groggy head up from the side of his pillow, Travis thought he heard something coming from his living room; he had only caught the last statement of the comment.

""I've brought beer with me"" the voice asked. Travis groaned loudly as he rolled over on his side and began to sit up. Slouching over the side of his bed, Travis took a quick peak over at his alarm clock and saw that he was still due for another couple hours of sleep. Unless of course, daylight savings time was seriously on the ritzz.

Wiping his eyes of any eye-crust, Travis stood up from his bed and began to make his way to a basket filled with dirty clothes. Snatching a white shirt and putting it on, he dragged his feet to the entrance of his living room. Low and behold, he'd find Harrison there.

"You do realize its like..." Travis stopped to take a look at the wall clock he had located in his apartment. "...3 in the morning, right? Besides, shouldn't you be home with you wife or something?" Dragging his feet over to lamp where he turned the light on, he flopped down on the couch with eyes half-closed.

Travis only heard fragments of words that were being uttered out of Harrison's mouth. Went without saying that the man was not one for early mornings (or nights, however you saw it). Though the man did catch something that brought him to attention.

"Come on, you can't say no to beer" he informed Travis before using his abilities to exchange a couple of bottles. It came as no surprise that Harry would use his power to do the simplest of things - like grabbing a couple of beers. Maybe it was because Travis never used his aerokenesis for practical things such as grabbing a bottle of beer. Than again maybe it was Harrison's constant use of his ability that made him so powerful. Well whatever the case, Travis never saw any issue in it.

"So... How's been life for ya?" Harrison asked.

"Well," Travis started to say, "Watchers seem to be running smoothly, I'm getting closer to figuring out who this Zeph person is, and I've got a new girlfriend." A toothy grin appeared on the man's face as he spoke about his current relationship with Gwen. It was one thing to have somebody in his life, it was another to actually have somebody to love - and Travis loved Gwen. "You two met before I think."

Travis merely shrugged at Harry's abrasive attitude towards his mentioning of Gwen. Perhaps he was a little jealous of the fact that now, after all these years, Travis finally had somebody in his life to love - minus the wedding rings and baby. The simple thought of his friend changing diapers in the middle of the night was a hilarious one, and something he had to keep himself from blurting out from laughter.

"About that, do you know about anything weird lately?" Harrison began to ask catching Travis full-blown attention again. "A disease or something, I've been doing some research lately, and it has came a lot in it... It might be important some time in the future..."

"A disease?" Travis repeated as he finally decided to open the beer bottle that Harrison had passed over to him earlier. "No...can't say that I'm familiar with it but I'm sure I could help with any information. With these damn serial killings going around the city, it could be anything at this point." Taking a quick swig of his drink, the man set the beer down and leaned back against his couch while scratching his head.

"Anyway, Vegas sucks man, I liked going there for vacations but living there is a nightmare. Constant noise 24/7... and I dread the day where I have to explain to my daughter what prostitution is..." Travis chuckled a bit.

"Well look at you. Mr. Family Man, all grown up and taking care of business. I gotta say, I never thought I'd see the day when [i]you[/] of all people, would settle down. I honestly thought you'd be a bachelor till the day you died."

"Right," Travis responded to Harrison's earlier comment as he stood up from his couch and made way towards his kitchen. Flipping on the switch to the lights, the man went straight for his cabinet and pulled out a bag of chips. He was never one to drink on an empty stomach, and he couldn't afford to be sick either. To many leads in this Nursery Rhyme case was coming underway and Travis was so close to nabbing their first suspect.

Yanking off the twisty that held the bag closed, Travis reached in and devoured a handful of salt and vinegar lays - his favorite.

"Okay Harrison, lets be honest for a minute shall we?" Travis asked in between chews. "You barely come over here unannounced in the middle of the night unless you're in some type of trouble. The last time you pulled this stunt, you were sleeping on my couch for almost a month. But now...now it seems like you've gon and got yourself in some deep shit."

Travis was blunt when it came to his friend, but only because he cared. He felt he could talk to him openly and without regrets because everything shared would be of the utmost honesty. Besides, after saving the world on numerous occasions together how else could he approach him?

"So tell me...why are you really here?"

Travis stood there with his bag of salt and vinegar chips listening to Harrison tell his tales on his life thus far. He didn't know what to say or else what to do at that point and time. Harrison was going to die in the net 5 years? No...no it couldn't be true. There were too many things that the man had gone through that ensured death at that moment, why couldn't he pull the same trick twice? Why couldn't Travis ever find people who weren't destined to leave his life completely?

"This is bullshit," Travis grumbled as he tossed his chips to the side. "Y'know, I've dealt with a lot of things in the past year now. I've watched a lot of people that I love just drop like flies in front of me. It's like God's punishing me for all the wrong I did in the past, and I don't think I can take it anymore." The man began to pace back and forth in his small space as memories of all of his friends and family members surfaced. The death of his mother, the disappearance of his first love Corina, the absence of his father, the lose of Anz and Trixie....he couldn't take anymore.

Travis paused in his steps as he turned to his cabinet filled with varieties of liquor. Pulling out a bottle and a glass, he poured him out something to drink and downed it quickly. This was obviously going to be an interesting day.

"I can't lose you Harrison," Travis said after another swallow. His eyes rested on the bottle in front of him. Sad too for while he wanted so badly to cry at the matter, he could only find the strength to smile and chuckle. "I've lost too many people in my life. I've seen too many deaths that only one man should be able to see, and I just can't handle it all. Its wearing me down everyday of my life, and I grow weaker because of it. You, Zoey, Gwen, Mike, hell even Conall, are the only people I have left...that's it. You're the only reason I have to live." His voice began to rise in a frustrated anger.

"Now you can stand there and call me emotional or melodramatic, but I don't have a choice right now. When you grow up without anybody, you tend to be a little angry at the world. And you tend to think that being a hero isn't what its cracked up to be when the world turns around and tries to steal away the people you care about!"

Travis narrowed his eyes as Harrison responded to all of Travis's comments. A small laugh escaped his lips as he raised his hands to place them on his head, still flabbergasted about the whole situation.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that your upcoming death wasn't that important," Travis shot back with the same sarcasm. "I mean, wow, look at me being all emotional because his friend wakes him up in the middle of the night to tell him that he's going to die about it. But thats okay...because you're cool with it. And apparently, whatever Harrison says goes, right?"

Travis wasn't so much angry at Harrison than he was just lashing out. It was to be expected that the man wouldn't handle news of his friends departure because Travis has never been one to handle any type of departure.

"So I tell you what," Travis continued to say as he made way out of the kitchen and towards his living room. Sitting on his couch, he used his ability to bring forth a pen and pad to write down on. "Since I'm over reacting about the whole fucking thing, why don't I just throw you a "Going Away" party so that we patch this all up, kay? And while we're at it, lets invite all of the Watchers and the sluts you slept with through the years. Oh, and lets not forget the family you're soon going to be leaving behind." His sarcasm was slowly slipping more and more into anger.

"And while we're at it, why don't we think up a list of people I can replace you with, cause obviously my friendship to you means nothing at all." Throwing the pen and paper down on the table, he looked up at Harrison with raging eyes. "Unfukingbelievable. You still think that no matter what happens it doesn't affect anybody but yourself. Did you even think how I would react to this news?! I'm sorry I can't be the shoulder to cry on at the moment, but I just had some heavy shit laid out in front of me that I still need to process!"

Though Travis was listening to Harrison speak, he couldn't help but notice the excessive amounts of blood that poured out from his nostrils. Sure it was normal to have a little nose-bleed from time to time, but the way the blood seemed to come out seemed odd with Travis. If anything, it seemed almost abnormal. But he didn't question it in fear that Harrison would think that he was being selfish again. He watched as the man took out another beer from his "portable" refrigerator

"My God, must I do everything by myself," Travis snapped at the man as he jumped to his feet and walked over towards him. Snatching the beer from his hands and thrusting Harrison's head back with his fingers, Travis lead the man to one of his chairs next to his dinning table. "You don't drink alcohol when you're bleeding like this...it thins your blood out and makes you bleed more." Sitting him down he looked at his hands and shook his head. "If you're going to die, its not going to be tonight."

Walking into his kitchen and going to his sink, he turned the water faucet on and began to wash his hands. Grabbing the soap and apply a small amount, he lathered up a good amount of suds before looking back in Harrison's direction.

"Tell me something," Travis started to ask, still obviously upset. "In this future you saw that involved your death...do you find out how you die? I mean from the way you speak, it almost sounds as if though somebody..." He stopped himself. He knew Harrison would pick up on what he was going to say.