Galen took the newspaper and glanced over the ad. Then he looked up at Ana and nodded. And he knew his nod had nothing to do with the ad. He was hoping she understood.<br/><br/>"It looks excellent to me." he spoke flatly. "But you call the shots. I'm going there now. I'll report tonight, if I can. If not, tomorrow night at dusk." His tone and presence were absolutely Sentinel, at this point. He was a soldier reporting to his commander. He noticed the way she didn't make him feel like a maggot. He took it as a sign.<br/><br/>He took the newspaper and turned around to leave, but stopped and hesitated.<br/><br/>"I met a girl." he added after a moment. "She looks like the perfect pet. I'll report about her further. I'm not going to rush into anything."<br/><br/>He quickly left the building again - for the third time tonight he was outside, a cold one within the cold. He called a cab and stood still in the chilly night waiting for it come. He was wondering if she would appear again - Blaire, the mysteriously sweet brunette who was excited to trip and fall in his feet.<br/><br/>The location of the place Ana had ordered him to check out was a large lot at the edge of Naperville, about thirty miles from Chicago. It was a large red building surrounded by empty ground. The ad said it was a copy of the Martin-Mitchell Mansion, which he had never heard of and was also located in Naperville. Large, expensive, and tasteless, in his opinion. He doubted there would be any buyers any time soon. He got into the cab and told the driver the address. Then he leaned back and entered his own world.