<div style="text-align: justify;"><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: silver;background:silver;"/></div><br/>She couldn't recall the last time she had awoken in such a good mood. Alannah smiled and congratulated herself, like every morning, on having placed her bed right underneath the window, where the sunlight filtered through the light blue curtains. There wasn't even a window sill to bang your head on if you weren't careful. She turned on her side. It was a little more difficult to do than usual, since Dimitri had an arm slung over her waist and she didn't want to wake him. If he was still asleep, that was. Alannah poked him on the nose. No response, save perhaps a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4080FF">Right then. Time to take off the gloves.</span></span> She resolutely placed her finger on the tip of his nose and pushed it upwards, turning his nose into a snout. <span style="color: #4080FF">"'m like that Circe woman,"</span> she chuckled to herself as she remembered the story about the witch who turned men into animals. Dimitri had told her that one. Even though she wasn't terribly interested in Greek mythology, it was hard to not pay at least a little attention when he talked about it. It was all real to him, and he lit up whenever he got the chance to tell her another far-fetched tale. <br/><br/>She clambered over Dimitri and grabbed the first the best shirt lying discarded on the floor. It turned out to be his, but it wasn't as if she would be wearing it for much longer than the time it took to walk to the bathroom. Taking a brief shower, she almost skipped back to her bedroom, her usual wide grin firmly in place as she picked out a skirt and one of her own shirts. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Ya can get ya lazy ass outta bed now, y'know. Don't ya have packing to do?"</span> She asked as chucked Dimitri's shirt at him. Today was it. Today was the day where they would begin their journey down south to check on Dimitri's mom. Through a combination of begging and bribery(<span style="color: #4080FF">"I'll clean Bess! Like, really <span style="font-style: italic">clean</span> her. C'mon, pleeeeease?"</span>), she had managed to secure a whole week of no work. Since Old Man Howard hadn't seen the sneaky suit anywhere, neither Dimitri nor Alannah saw any reason to keep snooping around in Boston for him. Daniel had been less than happy about them leaving, but she had promised to keep him updated. She rolled her eyes as she unceremoniously stuffed another shirt into the already half full gym bag.<br/><br/>Leaving the gym bag abandoned on the floor, she went to the kitchen to at least get some sort of breakfast. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Afraid ya'll have to make do with tea; don't have any coffee in this house,"</span> she shouted to the apartment, where Dimitri was presumably still rummaging around somewhere. She sat cross legged on the counter, a bowl of cereal in her hands and two steaming, bright green mugs next to her.</div>