Faylyn had spent the rest of her morning buying clothes and a few essentials to last her for a few days. She knew she would need it for the trip to Scotland, to last her throughout and until she could go shopping again when she arrived at her new home,<span style="font-style: italic">At least I have an endless supply of money...I will have more then enough to fund my new room</span>She thought, smiling, and hoping the ranks would not change with the new estate; her silent dread of having to move to a new house filled with werewolves. She packed her bag full and took off towards King's Lynn.<br/><br/>Faylyn made it to King's Lynn and neared the harbour as the sun was making its way down the horizon. She parked her motorcycle close by, knowing once she took the boat ride she could bring her bike with her and she was glad she had made it before the next ferry would leave at it's normal time at seven. She walked up the side walk, passing by the restaurants on her right that looked out across the water. She could see the beginnings of the dock ahead of her and it didn't take her long before she smelled a familiar scent; one that was confirmed with the sight of Alistair, leaning up against the railing looking over the water.<span style="font-style: italic">He must have learned of the Scotland</span>She thought as she continued walking. She leaned up against the railing, a few centimetres from Alistair's arm. She saw him look up briefly, though he continued to look out at the water, "Hello" he said, his voice sounding raspy. She looked over at him, smiling, "I think you're following me." She laughed. She saw Alistair attempt a smile, though it looked as rugged as his voice sounded. "So what brings you here?" She said, unsure. "I know what you are" She heard him say, a vague whisper. "Excuse me?"  "I know what you are!" He looked at her as he said it, his voice loud and his brows narrowed. She watched the people sitting at the dock's restaurants shift in their seats, and odd stillness and silence surrounding them. Faylyn turned her head back towards him, still surprised by his exclamation. She could see his hands, white knuckled as he held the railing, his body rigid and tense as he stood and his breathing laboured. She could hear the people behind her, talking in hushed whispers, though she ignored it. "I think you need to calm down" She whispered, trying to keep her distance. He stayed silent and she began to feel awkward, "I think...I think I'll just go" She tried to look at his face, though he was looking down and she sighed. Before she walked away she heard someone approach and she looked up and as he spoke, she watched as Alistair picked up his head to listen, "We're all set to leave. So it's you two?...and where are the others?"