<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Baker family house (Departing immediately)/Streets<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>With the flute in its case in his off hand, and a weary resolve, he opened the front door. He stepped outside onto the porch, Mori peering eagerly around the screened-in environment. This was so neat for the kitten! He never went outside at night! The constant purring he made, though quiet, was more felt than heard, and was a nice thing for Al. It felt oddly reassuring. He turned around, and locked the door. Then he took a few more steps towards the screen door, which held no lock, and opened that up. Six steps later, he's in the driveway, and walking down it towards the sidewalk.<br/><br/>Everything was quiet. Too damned quiet. And nowhere, did there seem to be anybody around. None whatsoever. Creepy, creepy, creepy... but he can't turn back and hide now.  The idea of this being Silent Hill crosses his mind. It had come to him independently of Rob's thought; Al played an awful lot of video games, even horror ones, although he much preferred strategy games and RPGs.<br/><br/>As he walked with the cased flute in one hand, and the water bottle in the other, he struggled--using his mouth-- to get the damn cap off. Once it was off, he left it off; he had actually intended to drop it out of his mouth and just litter, because that seemed like such a paltry thing compared to what was going on, but Mori snagged it out of the air with a paw, and held onto it; it looked like something fun to play with!