It had been about a week since Circe first arrived at Providence. As per Cesar's direction, she stayed in Rex's room, laying low. Quite literally. She spent most of her time hidden away in what little space could be found in Rex's cabinets. At least she had plenty of books to read. It was hard to read in the dark cabinet, though, and Rex hadn't given her a flashlight. She managed to sneak one from the other drawers during the night. For hours and hours, she read, the flashlight bulb burning away. Every once in a while, the batteries threatened to die on her. There were more to be found in the drawers, luckily.

Rex, on the other hand, had more work than usual. EVOs were popping up left and right, causing a hearty helping of destruction. That part was easy. A routine smack-down Rex could handle, and took great joy in doing so. It was the paperwork he couldn't stand. When he wasn't punching EVO face meat, he was filling out reports on said punching and the collateral damage thereof. But Rex being Rex, he occasionally shirked his duties to play some video games. One day as he watched the glimmering screen and moved his fingers over the buttons of the Playstation controller, he spawned an idea.

Circe was in the middle of reading 'The Count of Monte Cristo' when Rex slowly slid the small door open. Circe jumped, bumping her head on the shelf above her, then quickly turned the flashlight off. The light from the room's lights flooded the tiny space. After a moment of blindness, Rex's face came into view. Circe snorted and closed the book.

"Hey Circ," Rex started. "How ya holdin' up?" Circe waved her book around.

"Better than the people in this book. This dude just loves messing with people."

"Uh…"

"Oh right, you don't read. Weird that you have any books, then."

"Yeah, Doc Holiday kinda insisted that I have them." Rex scratched the back of his neck. "So, listen-"

"Oh no," Circe droned. "Don't tell me we're out of trail mix."

"Hey, I'd bring you real food if I could. And it's not always trail mix."

"Right, because chili-flavored Doritos are so healthy. You barely let me go to the bathroom as is. Why would I want chili Doritos?"

"Variety?"

"Ugh." Circe shifted to face Rex a bit more. "So if it's not food, what do you want?"

"I, um, well I was thinking that maybe you'd want to do something? Aren't you bored?"

"Bored? Who could be bored reading about French revenge plots?"

"Yeah, alright. Guess I'll just have to play Mortal Combat by myself." Rex got up and began walking back to the TV. Circe mulled it over for a second.

"Mortal Combat, you say?" Rex grinned and looked over his shoulder.

"Armageddon," he added with a devious smirk. Circe smiled and wiggled out.

"Best of five and the loser has to prank call Cesar."

"Wanna make your own character?"

"You bet."

"Then get over here!" Circe chuckled at Rex's impression of Scorpion, but didn't see the follow-up. In true-to-game form, Rex built his Blastcaster and pulled Circe over. She shouted and laughed some more before they sat in the chairs and began the fight.