<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: School Hallway<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Godmother, Jin (technically), Neela<br/><hr/><br/>He wondered to himself, if that meant that her true form, then, was not as she appeared. Part of him wondered at what it might be, then. Part of him decided not knowing might be better, though.  This whole thing is making him think of Lovecraft, one of his favorite horror writers.<br/><br/>He would offer Neela one of the granola bars, and a water bottle, because of her answer. But then, his attention went back to The Mysterious Woman, which, silly as he could b e, he decided sounded cooler than Godmother.  Originally, he wasn't even going to watch what was going on with Jin's family, but the warning caught his interest.<br/><br/>"So, so, wait. W-wait." The scene was actually enough to get Al's facade to crumble, and reveal his confusion, his fear... and that deep reservoir of hate and anger he had, which he tried to hide more than anything else. His voice was rich with the medley of emotions, blended together into a sort of cacophonous disharmony. "<strong>All</strong>of our families?"  His hands were balled up into fists.<br/><br/>A moment of quiet. Just one. "You said I could step through... can I pop back over to our world? You know, where they all are? Can I crash the party with the fear mask?" He wasn't sure if the girls had seen the fear mask, or if there was a more appropriate name, but that's what he's choosing to think of it as and call it.