Tinker pulled Warren into the house, ignoring his growling. One look at his face let her know he was hurt. She immediately began stripping away his shirt to examine him.<br/><br/>"Baby, you are hurt. I mean, really hurt. You have a nasty purple bruise across your side and your stomach." she exclaimed as she slammed the door against the wind. "Come in here and lay on the sofa so I can see better. I was in the house, sort of and I didn't exactly go out in the weather, but you didn't come back and you didn't answer me."<br/><br/>Her voice had taken on an odd high pitched strain and Tinker had the odd sensation of needing to howl but instead, water began to run from her eyes and her voice hitched in her throat. Warren had stretched out on the sofa and Tinker was running her soft hands all over his chest when the lights went out, plunging them into total darkness.