"I completely agree with you. the back of my neck is itching, and it only does that when somethings sneaking up on me... Yousef, we're out. me and Mea are going out the way we came in. we'll meet you out front." Gerad moved quickly to the bedroom, standing by the broken glass door to the balcony while waiting for Mea to put the laptop in a thermal bag. Gerad looked outside, the itch on his neck getting worse by the second. "we might want to hurry...something is extremely off about this."