<strong>Nathaniel's place</strong><br/><br/>“What is going on?" Lorraine's voice held a faint slur to it, the kind that crept into people's voices when they were drunk or exhausted. "Bringing back the dead is impos-" Her eyes blinked blearily as her mind registered the impossibility of recent events. "Eh... Is it?" She leaned against Vince and looked at the article. "Doesn't look like what Greg was doing." Her gaze drifted towards Nathaniel. She let go of Vince abruptly and sat down on the stairs, leaning her elbows on her knees. "What do you know about these people?" Her head felt heavy and she rested it against Vince's leg. Somewhere deep down Lorraine knew she needed sleep but she fought it. Two people nearly lost their lives tonight and there was no indication how many more were in danger. She<i>had</i>to know; sleeping wasn't an option yet.<br/>