<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Baker family house<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Rob, open<br/><hr/>"Ahh, yeah, I know where you are. I walk that way to and from school, when the weather's nice." He nods his head, and buttons up his shirt.  "It'll probably take me a while longer to get there. My leisurely pace is half an hour on average, but I can power-walk and take that down to about 20. I'll meet you at the school, alright?" He was busy putting some things into his pants pockets; his wallet with a bit of cash in it, his student id, a few other things.  His PSP, in a special padded plastic-shelled carrying case, winds up in another pocket.  Mori winds up sitting in his shirt pocket; the kitten could just barely comfortably fit there, but seemed kind of thrilled, and his whiskers, jutting outward, were a good indicator hat he was feeling to go outside.<br/><br/>He grabbed an old paperback of Lord of the Flies, and stuck that into a back pocket.  His pan flute, in its soft faux-leather case, winds up being something he carried with him. He still needed to finish the book, and he'd never leave behind his flute.<br/><br/>Some times, Al would take Mori out onto the front porch of the house.  Because of this, he did have a flea collar on around his neck, but generally, Mori did not get to go very far abroad. He did love sun-bathing on the porch, though. This would be the first time he was taking Mori away from the house. Why would he do that? It had little to do with some preconceived idea of fulfilling the dream, and how he had seen himself in it. Rather, it had to do with the fact that if his parents were missing, and something happened to him, he didn't want Mori to wind up dying of starvation or dehydration because nobody was around to get him more water, or food from the cabinets.<br/><br/>He picks up his phone and heads back to the kitchen. He'd grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and then, staring down at his cargo pants, gets an idea. Two more bottles of water, just in case. He just finds a way to shove them into the large pockets. It would be awkward, and he actually had to tie his belt a bit tighter to keep his pants from falling down due to weight, but he figured... well, what the hell. Better be prepared for... for what? He didn't know. Maybe he was just being silly. Maybe he'd turn out to be some damn fool. But he'd rather take a few things and not end up needing them, than end up needing them and not having them.<br/><br/>He'd also grab four granola bars, and stick them into the opposite cargo pocket. The whole time he is doing his prepping, he is on the phone, but not saying too much; still, Rob could probably hear the activity.  "Hey, do you want to stay on the line?" It would drain both of their batteries faster. Al would actually prefer to walk in quiet, since then  he could pay more attention to his surroundings, and be making less noise... but what if something happened? Plus, what if Rob was spooked, and really needed that lifeline right now? He didn't want to presume, but... possibilities, possibilities, so many possibilities.<br/><br/>He even gets a zip-lock plastic bag and fills it up with some dry food. He even finds a can of wet food to stick in a back pocket, because there is no way in hell he is going to risk Mori not having something to eat.<br/><br/>Feeling fairly well set, he'd head to the front door, and grab his set of keys from a little wooden hangar with brass hooks in it, that was to the right of the door, on the inside, but in his haste, did not think to check to see if either of his parents keys were there. He was much more busy trying to hold a phone, water bottle, his keys, and get his generic, black, Velcro sneakers on.