The one word was all he needed. Nodding, he sighed. "Nightmares indeed" he dumped his more then half empty cup of coffee down the sink, not sure if he could finish it. The talk of dreams and nightmares always ruined his apitight for food and liquids. Surprise shone in his features as Mackenzie kept on speaking. Things of odd feeling about the day and trust that something felt wrong. When she asked him to walk her to work. Suspicions flared that something was indeed wrong.<br/><br/>"I will walk you to work if you wish, it is my duty to give orders to my pack, but it is also my duty to look out for them. Also because I trust your instincts, something does not seem correct about today, you are right about that one." Placing his cup in the sink, he walked up to the chair he usually rested in, then grabbed his only jacket, a black trench coat of sorts. "Are we going  exactly now?" He asked "or do have something you need to get done first?"