<div class="floatright">(http://i60.tinypic.com/naolh.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Fisherman's Wharf, early afternoon<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Hiking boots, jeans, red checkered flannel shirt<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>Even in her worried state, Gracie still managed to roll her eyes at James' comment, though she had been relieved to finally get out of the area and put this train wreck of a day behind her. "C'mon boy!" Gracie motioned at Toffee, after she had popped open the hatch on the back of the car. "C'mon!" The blonde slapped her thighs. It took some coaxing, but she eventually managed to get the excited dog into the car. Dumping her bag in the backseat along with all her stuff, before slipping into the driver's seat and taking off as fast as the little car would go.<br/><br/>Gracie was still unsure about inviting James into her home, and very nearly considered pulling over once they were clear of the area and asking him to get out, but eventually thought better of it. He had been a good companion after all, and her chances of surviving were effectively increased with him around, even if it meant that the food situation had just become a lot dire for the both of them. But that was a problem for tomorrow. Right now, Gracie was just glad to finally be back home, as she pulled up outside her apartment building. "Come on, we're here," she informed the man, grabbing her things from the back.<br/><br/>Back in familiar surroundings, Toffee did not need much prompting to do what Gracie wanted, and the dog pretty much raced ahead of her, up the stairs to wait outside the door of her apartment. Fishing her keys out from the pocket of her jeans, Gracie unlocked the door, pushing it open to reveal a homey apartment. The place was small, but warm and comfy, it had wooden floorboards, and plush furniture. The walls were painted in shades of pastel colors, and lined with pictures of the girl's family. "Make yourself at home, I guess," Gracie shrugged, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "Just don't go poking your nose into things that look like they might be private." The girl dumped her gear unceremoniously in a pile, before disappearing into her bedroom, eager to grab a hot shower and put the day behind her.<br/><br/>