<strong>John Cooper</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Paris, the flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:Emily, Open<br/><hr/><br/>“You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m worried about Sully too. If he wasn’t so… Sully… It wouldn’t worry me so much,” he said softly. Rubbing her shoulder, he (attempted) to pull her close and give her slight hug. “We’ll find him.”<br/><br/>Letting her go, he watched her for a moment before returning to his tablet. Typing on the keyboard, he kept trying different avenues to find Sully’s location. Going as far as to sign up for the service on their provider’s website, he hoped that he would be able to access the information without a wait time. Making sure to add everyone’s phone number, including his own, he wanted to make sure something like this never happened again.<br/><br/>Letting the tablet work, John quickly ran up to his room and got on a change of cloths. Stripping as soon as he walked through his door, he quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a fresh t-shirt. Putting on his old army jacket, he moved to Emily’s room. Knocking on her door, “Emily… Kumari said that she was on her way here… Should we wait for her or just go on?”<br/>