He rummaged around the refrigerator for a small snack for himself and a much larger one for the girl, assuming his brother hadn't already done so.  Pouring a tall glass for the girl he talked to the dispatcher on the phone, giving all the pertinent information about the car.<em>I'm going to miss her...well I can afford another...but she was so well broken in...</em>he sighed to himself.<br/><br/>Walking into the living room he shut the phone down, telling the dispatcher that he would wait to hear from the officers when they heard anything.  Turning to his brother, “Well, looks like it'll be a long night for me.  Have to speak with the police in a hour or so.  I take it she's doing well then?”<br/><br/>He walked over seeing her laying on the couch, the cat curling up against her thigh and the couch back.  “Oh, yeah I totally forgot what that felt like...” he chuckled lightly and turned to his brother.  “You remember that feeling?  Waking up on the walls hearing all those people screaming...thought I was going to lose my mind...thought I did.”  He smiled and sat across from Cade, offering a small glass of the lightly heated red fluid to the other and setting the much larger glass down for the young girl.<br/><br/>“You're probably very hungry right now.”  He spoke in soft, light tones.  “So just try to remain as calm as you are...besides I don't think the little fur ball would be happy with a lot of movement...”  He smiled warmly, as warmly as a man long since dead could smile.  “We'll just be quiet over here...”