Damien's chest would rise and fall as he breathed in and out. There was no smell except for them because the windows were closed. Still, now they had time to rest, they could think. Yeah, rest was good. Their escape from the school was a little brutal... No, merciless. Damiens right arm went around Bella's shoulders. In just a few houses, they would be in the safety of his own home...a home like a fortress. He yawned. Pretty tired from his luggage hauling and running. "Looks like if see start running recklessly now. We are as good as dead..." He commented, probably unknowingly bringing up the time Bella ran from a room when she could have had damien to herself back to the others. She got lucky there. She could have been ambushed and died. "Once we make it to my house. We can get some proper rest, get well stocked and well armed. Then figure out what the hell we are going to do..." He added.