-Permission granted to God-Mode the current setting-<br/><br/><ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">7 Hours Later... Daytime - Motel</span><ul><br/>Still thinking of the chain of events that lead them to their current setting, Solas pushed himself into a sitting position and stood up, stretching. The motel room included a queen size bed and a sofa where he spent the night seeking a little bit of rest out of frustration. The motel room also had a bathroom if its own, a kitchenette that included a coffee maker and microwave. Let's just say that it was a pretty equipped lodge for a hundred dollars a night; located about couple hours away from the city.<br/><br/>He took a shower and changed into a pair of dark gray pants and a white t-shirt. The light broke into the room through window glasses, alerting the woman that it was about time to rise and shine. The raven haired one glanced at the sleeping beauty and shook his head in disbelief. Last night, the female stranger accepted his invite to follow him away from the macabre crime scene, and she willingly followed him into the motel room. He did not ask questions, nor did he share the bed with her as she was already drained to talk, yet for a reason he could not comprehend, she trusted him. Solas rarely sleeps, but last nightâ€™s events drained him as well. <br/><br/>Time crept by slowly...<br/><br/>His sleep was <span style="font-style: italic">disturbing</span> to say the least, and so were his dreams. Solas neared the windows and closed the curtains, and then quietly made his way to the door of the motel room and opened it. He craved a breath of fresh air. He then rubbed his chin and crossed his arms as his tall form stood in the doorway, right shoulder hugging the edge of the wall. <br/><br/>Thinking... Always thinking... Would she feel safe enough to discuss her identity with him?<br/><br/>He could still feel the unfamiliar touch that came in contact with the skin of his chest oh so many years ago... That night among the ruins of a Drow gang's hideout; that touch on the soft fabric that covered his flesh. The flesh of his upper body was deeply wounded. It was a gruesome sight. The presence of the unfamiliar being was not a threat to him just yet. When his eyes fluttered open, a blurry vision welcomed him. Raising his hand from his lap, he reached for the otherâ€™s hand and tightened his grip on the wrist of the female presence, causing her to gasp. His other hand quickly captured his dagger that rested on the ground beside him and he lifted it up in preparation for an attack. Suddenly he stopped short in mid-way, loosening his grip a little bit on the femaleâ€™s wrist as his vision became clearer. With a sharp stare, Solasâ€™ azures swam into the blue pools of the female. <span style="font-style: italic">"Who are you?"</span> A trembling wounded hand moved in the direction of his discarded tunic before blacking out. <span style="font-style: italic">//Flashback//</span><br/><br/>Chewing on the inside of his mouth, the dark one stood there staring at a few passengers for several minutes. He had no words for such a remembrance and trying to remember what exactly happened was a waste of energy he could not allow himself to consume at the moment. Even though she remembered him of that one unfamiliar face that closed his wounds and fed his thirst, there was no possible way she could be <span style="font-style: italic">her.</span></ul></span><br/></ul>