After Micky got out of the car, he headed for him. Walking to the loby of the place he called home, walking up the stairs quietly so as not to wake anyone in case they were a light sleeper. Micky knew the lay out of the house, so he could easily get to his without waking anyone. He smiled a little bit, knowing that no matter he could count on his pack to be there. Unless something happened to them, or they kicked him out and dump is ass on the street. But still, he liked them, sure they were small. Only three, well now four cause of the guy he brought to them, but they still looked out for one another.<br/><br/>When Micky got to the door then went into Mack's place, he thought te lights would be off. Everyone fast asleep and such, but when he opened the door he got something much different then he was use to. There was a man laying on the floor, bloody and still bleeding. Arthur was beside him, Mack and Damion was somewhere off to the side whispering to each other. Micky opened his mouth to speaking, but he couldn't find any words, so he closed his mouth and walked out of the door. He slapped him self then turned around and walked back in, it was still the same. "Ummm... Anyone want to fill me in on what's going on here?" He asked