Returning her goodnight greeting, Anton waited until Stella disappeared into the stairwell before closing and locking the door.  That was odd, he reflected.  It was as if she had something to say or ask, but for whatever reason, thought better of it.  She only made it as far as<i>Anton,</i>before shutting down and saying never mind.  He highly doubted Stella said his name because she liked the sound of it.<br/><br/>Prodding her to continue was not his style.  He thought that could be construed as rude anyway.  When Stella felt the time was right, she would say what needed to be said.  Obviously, he had no idea as to its importance or subject matter.  Only she knew about those.  Making his way around the apartment, Anton began turning off lights and lamps.  He couldn’t help but think if what she wanted to say had anything to do with Magdalene.  Or Brad, for that matter.  But mostly Magdalene.<br/><br/>Interestingly, Licorice barely stirred amongst all the hubbub surrounding her.  He watched her blissful sleep.  She was a picture of pure contentment, happy that her wayward owner was now home, happier that she spent some quality time with Tesla.