<strong>Sullivan "Sully" Grosvenor  (mid 2008, age: 15)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Emily<br/><br/>In his own way, he was there with her. Paying attention to their surroundings, half expecting some bogeyman, or men, to come crawling, shambling, running, or flying out of the shadows.<br/><br/>"So, what, it's fate?" He'd ask, perplexed when she says it wasn't a coincidence. "I don't doubt it. Gwynn ap Nudd was real enough for me. So were the bugs. So was She." He did it again, inhaling breath through his mouth, but letting it out through his nose."Maybe..." Maybe what? Maybe, nothing; his voice just sort of trailed off, as the subject changed.<br/><br/>"You really think we have a chance?" He wasn't convinced. "You know everything has its price, right? No such thing as a free meal, and even if you've got a half off coupon, they'll just get it from you in a different way."