"That is the thing. Absolutely nothing as far as I could tell," Diarmuid leans against the edge of the bed so he can still talk to his brother while the man settles in to sleep. "It wasn't even one of those odd ones you sometimes see that are completely white with red eyes. Though, I suppose I should add that Oscar had been drinking a lot that night. A lady give us a few bottles to take us as a reward for helping her out with a few things as we passed by. He was determined not to share with anyone else..."