The stories in the journal were amazing.  Tegan found herself sucked into the author’s thoughts and viewpoints on everything from current events to just day-to-day mundane happenings.  She shifted her weight and curled up into the chair with the book resting on her thigh.  Her left hand reached up to thoughtlessly grab a hunk of hair right behind her left ear before twirling and wrapping it over and over around her fingers.<br/><br/>She hummed and huffed softly to herself, voicing her approval and disapproval of the words scribbled across the pages.  The pages were always turned forward, never backward.  There was a weariness in some of the entries, a tiredness that she could feel through the ink on the paper.  Tegan sighed softly and ran her fingers down the current page.  Her teeth closed on her lower lip, chewing lightly on the soft piece of flesh as she continued to read.<br/><br/>She was so completely engrossed in the story that she failed to hear the door creak open or the footsteps approaching the chair.  When the presence of another person registered in her brain, she did not look up.  Instead, she held up her hand, one finger up in the classic ‘just a minute’ gesture.<br/><br/>Tegan continued to read, her hand still in the air.  Only when she finished the current entry did she lower her hand and glance up.  Her eyes locked on a pair of eyes so similar in color to her own that she gave a quick quiet gasp.  Never before had she seen eyes so close to the amber of her own.  His seemed even brighter due to the whiteness of the hair on his head and the beard on his cheeks.  It was hard not to notice his body and a fleeting thought of<i>he looks pretty damn good for his age</i>zipped through her mind.<br/><br/>She smiled slowly, hoping to disarm him and defuse the situation enough that he wouldn’t feel the need to call the police.  Her feet fell to the floor and she scooted forward to the edge of the chair, perching there lightly.  The journal she tucked behind herself.  She wasn’t quite ready to give it up yet.<br/><br/>“My friend told me a virgin-sacrificing human-eating cult lived here.  I really didn’t think that kind of people welcomed someone just marching up and knocking on their door.”  Tegan paused and moved as if to stand.  “I can see myself out.  I really didn’t mean to bother you.”  Her eyes moved past him to the door.  He was in the way and she had a hunch he moved fast.  She just had to get by him and she could make a run for it.