Tara walked to the house and pushed open the broken door. '"Mal? You called me. Are you still here?"<br/><br/>The house was fetid and beams of light strayed through the holes in the ceiling. Tara stared at the dust motes that swirled there. Nothing was in the house but broken down furniture and boxes. Some one had attempted to board up the old place but vandals and partiers had had different ideas.<br/><br/>Tara had the sense of not being alone, Not that she really heard anything or saw anything, but still that sensation.<br/><br/>"Malachai? You asked for clothes and I have some here. Look, dude, I don't know what is happening here or if this is really the right house, but I'm busy today and not in the mood for games.'"<br/><br/><br/>Ta