Anthony had accidentally fallen asleep in a chair. Though when he woke up he was initially confused, it wasn't long before everything came rushing back to him — which definitely wasn't helped by the soreness and pain in his entire body that instantly reminded of what had happened last night. Everything that had happened was so weird and almost felt like a fever dream, but he was inclined to believe that it was actually reality.

Anthony stretched and stood up, realizing quickly that it was morning. He walked towards the bedroom, and knocked on the wall. "Hello? James? Are you awake?" Best case was that he was insane and talking to himself, worst case was that it wasn't just a fever dream and that there was actually a child in this house. He was, rather selfishly, hoping that it was the former was true — mostly because he knew that he was absolutely not fit to take care of a child, and also because he didn't want to talk to Elijah about essentially adopting a child.