<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Baker family house (Departing immediately)/Streets<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>A slow frown formed over his face as thoughts came to his mind; from where? Himself, or from outside? He wasn't quite certain. But, the worry felt more like a full-force sucker-punch to the shoulder than anything else.  In the end, his own true worry was very little. As nice as his current foster family was, he had little worry or care for them; it had been months and months he was with them, but he was simply refusing to develop a true connection.<br/><br/>It was like that with past families, too. And as for his true parents, he couldn't be bothered to care about them. He wouldn't hurt himself like that.  All of the shit he's dealt with was their fault, anyway; possibly that wasn't true, but hate and hurt, especially when working together, can be blinding.<br/><br/>The imperative to get there to the school made sense, though. It made even more sense when he saw the mist acting in ways mist typically did not.<em>Nope. Nooooope. No way in hell. Time to nope right the fuck out of dodge.</em>He thought to himself as his pace quickened, from a power walk, into a full sprint. He was maybe five minutes away from the school before the acceleration.<br/><br/>Adrenaline would help carry him to the building itself, completely winded and exhausted, in two minutes. Long before then, though, Robert and Jin both were likely to hear the heavy thud-thud-thud-thud-ing of his feet hitting the ground. Possibly, they might even hear Mori protesting at the sudden change from brisk to fast, which the kitten found disconcerting.