<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor &amp; memento Mori (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Emily, John<br/><br/>He listened to her quietly, his eyes half watching her, half scanning over their surroundings.  Her presence was a small comfort, a degree of relief; but not enough to fully distract him from the anxiety of night time. "Maybe it was an echo... I saw some things, while there, that I didn't care to recall. Stuff from the past."<br/><br/>"Good? What's that?" He asked her with a sly grin on his face. That was his odd sense of gallows humor showing itself. But then, seriousness took over. "No. I don't." His answer is flat, straightforward. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't anything good in the world; just varying shades of bad.<br/><br/>Mori, meanwhile, was getting ready to return from his bowls of dry food and water out in the kitchen, to rejoin his master and Emily, when the feline sensed someone at the door. He stood, poised, dark fur helping him blend into the darkness. The cat stood still; until it saw that it was John. Then, Mori sauntered over to him, and went to give the boy a rub against the leg, a sort of 'welcome back home', before  heading back towards the living room.<br/><br/>The one-eyed cat would jump up onto the coffee table, and sprawl out on it, unceremoniously. He watched the three humans with his one good eye, which occasionally glinted in the darkness, as cat eyes were prone to doing so.<br/><br/>"A bit." Sully would say to John, shifting around so that he was pretty much resting his head on or against Emily. His back pressed up and into the wall behind them, liking the feeling of solidness.  "Where have you been?"