Erik walked onto the edge of the stage after standing. Looking around the empty place to find some purpose. There he spotted one of the girls he had seen enter the club. That was something you wouldn't expect from a shell....increased awareness of their surroundings. Such came the bitter sweet sorrow of learning a skill to survive what he had been through. A lot of good it did him to survive just to die all the same. There was no candle of life shimmering beneath the windows of his souls. The candle in his heart all but snuffed out as well. His eyes hollow and empty. His heart distant and full of pain. The distance was a way of going numb to it all but when there was silence... Oh when there was silence it came full force with reinforcements to increase the remnants of the pain tenfold.<br/><br/>He noticed she hadn't noticed him. That was fine...it gave him a chance to study her. He sat back down with silent ease on the edge of the stage. Watching her. What was she waiting for? What was she doing here? He was usually the only one who stayed behind when all the others left. Emptiness. Solitude. A breeding ground for pain and suffering. He looked at her with hintings of curiousity. He truly felt not emotions anymore. He had forgotten them. Like he had forgotten what real sleep was like. He just studied her silently. She seemed to be looking for something. Or perhaps someone. What...or...who? He finally decided he had enough studying of her long brown locks. He decided to speak to her. What drove him to do this only god knew the answer to.<br/><br/>"Do you always stay behind when everyone else has gone home?" He asked with his lifeless voice ringing out. The stage lit up only where he sat. A bright blinding light now that the rest of the effects were gone. His voice would almost hold a tinting of curiousity...just a tinting. Then it was gone. He didn't smile. He didn't do more than blink a bit. What was she doing here when all else had gone home? There was a clear path between them if you waved just a bit between tables. No chairs blocking the way. There was even a huge central area that had tables on either side leading up to the stage. There he sat in all his lifeless glory. Wondering what she was going to say. Or if she would jump startled. Wouldn't be the first time he startled somebody. Wouldn't be the last most likely.