<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle</em></span><br/>In search of a hot meal.</span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><br/>A slight fog had settled over the city, covering it just enough to be annoying to Tragan.  He was already annoyed, since he had just gotten off an Eight hour shift at the Florist's.  He hated that job, almost as much as he had hated the temp job with the hospital, since it was just so damn boring.  But at least it was something to do, and if he were honest with himself, he did need the money, in a way that he didn't like to think about.  It was probably that, more than anything else, that had him driving over to the Manor.  With little to no cash in his accounts, and nothing but slightly expired milk, and a jar of peanut butter in his fridge, he really needed a hot meal; a hot free meal.<br/><br/>His beat up, second hand 2007 silver Impala screeched painfully as he turned into the right street, and the Manor came into view.  It had been three weeks since he had lest been there, and a large part of that was because of his father.  It had started off pleasantly, a short dinner out at one of his favorite restaurants, his fathers treat.  Like every dinner with his dad, Tray had hoped that it would go well; but than Henry had asked a seemingly innocent question, how the rest of the family was going, and it had escalated into another uncomfortably silent meal.  The night had ended with him returning home with the old guilt eating at his gut, and a longing for his mother he didn't usually allow himself to feel.<br/><br/>He sighed out his frustration as he parked in front of the Manor, and turned off his car.  Two minutes later, he was standing in front of the door, and he couldn't help the deep exhalation of breath, trying to shed the negative feelings he was carrying around inside him.  With his family, one couldn't be too careful about hiding their feelings.  His black work pants were one size too big, since he had "borrowed" them from Austin before starting this new job, and his dark gray shirt was just a little too tight since it had been a while since he'd been able to buy anything new, so he spent another few moments adjusting himself, before finally opening the unlocked door.  He was able to take one step into the old Manor, before spotting Mel, and wide grin spread over his features.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well well well, it looks like I'm not the only one who had the bright idea of visiting tonight.</strong>"  There was warmth in his voice, and a chuckle to his words.