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[color=696969]The Apartment Group
110 E 8th St
Wilmington, Delaware[/color][/center]

      The trip to 8th Street hadn't been easy on the kid. He was sat in a car full of strangers, fast asleep, possibly drooling on poor Sarah. At least he got to sit in the front (after being confused yet again by American car layouts). He was sure Sarah had gently gotten out of the car when they stopped, making sure not to wake him. Either way, he didn't wake up. Not for a while. Not until the rest of the group had gotten out of the car, and he'd been prodded.

      After staring down at the small damp patch on the seat, and apologising to Sarah telapathically, he crawled out of the car. He didn't do much after that, except lay on the pavement and hope to god he wasn't sick. All he wanted to do was sleep more. He just wanted [i]sleep.[/i]