<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment, living room<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br/><hr/><br/>Emily shakes her head at that, her eyes seemingly fixed, wider than before.  "I couldn't be there in the dark," she says softly, her voice unusually flat, before she leaves her position mid-floor and moves to gather up the essentials of leaving-- her Nokia tracfone, her apartment key, her wallet.  "Let's get the train," she says calmly, "make our way there.  We'll think of some kind of distraction... if nothing else, we can say we're looking for him for a case."<br/><br/>There's a smooth click and creak of the front door as she turns to face John from the door.  "We have a sort-of decent reason to see him...to get his help finding Sully."  She shrugged her narrow shoulders, "Might as well be lying to the principal.  Except this one has a SWAT team."  She flashes one of her smoldering grins, hoping that between them they can sort it out.