Allisonâ€™s eyes widened for a moment at Morganâ€™s words, but she quickly composed herself and nodded, understanding. â€œRight.â€<br/><br/>She blinked, raising an eyebrow at Jeremyâ€™s comment, but couldnâ€™t hide her hint of a smile at such an optimistic person. He was young; he was lucky he wasnâ€™t as bitter as most about some things. She sighed deeply, however, and glanced over at Ethan, who didnâ€™t look particularly pleased at not being in the party on the search. She knew how this would happen. Heâ€™d try and weasel out from under her as he usually tended to do, and sheâ€™d be forced to play the  babysitter as she found ways to keep in distracted and preoccupied until the came back. With Jeremy, it wasnâ€™t to hard. He trusted her enough to do as she asked without question, but Ethan had his own agenda most of the time.<br/><br/>â€œAlright boys,â€ she began, causing them both to look at her. â€œMorgan said stay put, so thatâ€™s what weâ€™re doing. However, weâ€™re moving our little party across the street.â€ She motioned with her head to a rather sad looking little building that sported empty tables but the promise of something to perhaps drink. We can wait over there. â€œI donâ€™t want to head home yet. At least, not until we know Morgan wonâ€™t end up needing us.â€ She walked to behind the boys and placed a hand on each ones shoulder, pushing them across the street, ignoring Ethanâ€™s grumbles as she tended to do. Sheâ€™d rather stay near the club, just in case, but she didnâ€™t want to leave Jeremy untalented again. Sheâ€™d have a good view from here. Plus, Ethan could distract himself with food and Jeremy would feel included. Inside her stomach, she felt a tiny tendril of dread. For some reason, she knew it wasnâ€™t going to be that easy.