Pyro had to give up the rest of her time until the next night to make sure everything was perfect. She refused to be beaten to the place she had picked as a date for them. Sadly, it had been pretty lonely just sitting on the swings and waiting for her comrade to arrive. She could only swing so long before she started to think on everything that had been happening and stress herself out. In some strange way the stress had made her more tired then awake and she was sleepy from the extra hours she had spent up. She couldn't be 100 percent perfect all the time. If she closed her eyes for a little bit, could she be blamed? This wig might suffer a bit, but if she was careful... oh hell.

She knew her comrades footsteps, if he got near she would react accordingly. Pyro told herself that thinking she could act like an automated robot instead of a human. In the end, she had drifted off into a sleep on the swings.