"What does she mean 'call'? It would disrupt the entire city if I shouted loud enough to be heard!" He said as he looked through the reference books. when he came across the civil war, he was a bit surprised. "So they even fought amongst each other, huh?" By the time he had gone back 1500 years, (which took him the better part of four and a half hours) he realized that there wasn't enough info on anything prior to that to be useful.<br/><br/>At this point, his stomach rumbled and he decided to go to the kitchen and find something to eat. "What's this?" he asked himself when he found a bag labeled 'Pepperoni'. He pulled one out and cautiously bit into it. "That tastes peculiar... a bit spicy too." he muttered as he put the bag away in the fridge. Not wanting to be thought of as a leech, he didn't go through the fridge any further.<br/><br/>Deciding once again to meditate he sat in the middle of the living room and removed his shirt, unfolding his wings and closing his eyes. As he sat there, his horns began to announce themselves. They were not very big, but they protruded from just above his ears and curved upwards after going out to the side. He flapped his wings a couple of times, and then a thought occurred to him. "I wonder if Bre would enjoy flying?"<br/><br/>Then he heard the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. "Shit, I don't have time to get my shirt on again!" he cursed as he stood up and waited for Bre's expression when she walked in. Hopefully she wouldn't scream at the dragonesque wings.