<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/28wf1iq.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gracie Evans<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Gracie's apartment, morning<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Tank top, slacks, furry slippers<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>James<br/><br/>"Good boy.." Gracie murmured, as the dog settled himself next to her. Slender fingers scratched him between the ears as the girl used the moment's quiet to reflect on what she had just witnessed, and her current situation as a whole. "You know, everyone would love you too, despite all the silly things you do." She added, as her thoughts turned to those of her family, as they tended to do on a regular basis.<br/><br/>As Gracie took stock of her situation, it was clear that she couldn't stay here for any longer, as comfortable an existence as it may have been. Her supply of food was nearly depleted, and she was quite frankly, sick and tired of sitting around all day for help that was probably never to come. No, she had to make a move, and by the time James had knocked on her door she had already made her mind up to attempt to head back home, regardless of what the man thought about it.<br/><br/>Letting out a sigh,  Gracie hopped to her feet and made her way over the door, where Toffee was already waiting expectantly, having bounded ahead the moment he heard someone approach. Pulling open the door, the girl stood to one side to let James in, her brow furrowing slightly as she did so. "What was all that about?" She asked, referring the events she had witnessed earlier.