<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The apartment<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: John<br/><hr/>Shrugging, Emily meets John's eyes and stares back, either unconcerned or unaware of the affect her being half-naked, for a moment, had wrought on him.  "No, no exactly," she says softly, shrugging her shoulders.  "I don't know if they're really looking for him, or if I'm simply going completely mad."  Bright crystal-blue eyes stare unblinking at him.  "If they find him, maybe I could see him.  But the cat isn't worried, so that's I think it's okay."<br/><br/>Emily shakes off the distraction and walks over to John.  "Your computer stuff makes so much more sense than all this--" she laughs, her eyes still wide and glistening, not reflecting any of the mirth in the sound she makes.  "It's not like I know for sure that any of this is real."