Werner carried his small bag up the stairs and found a small bedroom with a note assigning it to him. He entered and set out his bag looking at the few belongings he was able to grab in haste. Most of his possessions had been destroyed in the fires caused by allied bombing campaigns. He pulled out his most prized possession the framed picture of his wife as he remembered holding her smooth olive skin. He quietly promised himself that if she had survived then he would find her. He untied the medal around his neck and placed it in its display case. He searched the wardrobe in the room and found some more appropriate clothes that fit him. He eagerly changed his clothes and neatly folded the uniform that had imprisoned him. Werner looked at the man in the mirror appraising the one who looked back at him and he wondered if he could finish the work he began before the war.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Progeny watched Alicia leave and it seemed that even the rain avoided her as the downpour let up as she stepped through the threshold. He considered getting some of his "spares" to the surrounding area so that he wouldn't have to deal with the logistical nightmare of finding himself several states over. He introduced himself kindly and properly to Jack as his current alias John Bulliard. His large frame towered over Jack giving him a firm but friendly handshake and a gentle pat on the back. His body language and posture indicated a kind and gentlemanly demeanor despite the fact that his hands were used a few short years ago to rip "Ubermen" apart in the blood bath.