Anthony’s fingers tapped against the wooden table, going into various rhythms. [i]2-2-3, 2-2-1, 2-2-1-2, 1-1-2-1…[/i] He heard nothing around him except for his own taps. How long had he been here for now? He hadn’t kept track of time. Was he waiting for something or someone? Quite possibly. He supposed he was more waiting for news of a new target, for something new to happen.

To some, hunting the lycans were an enjoyment. To him, it was what needed to be done. He had seen too many examples of the impact of lycans on the humans, and how it killed him inside. No. He didn’t want to stretch back to [i]that[/i] memory. He needed something else to focus on.

Anthony stood up from the table and paced himself. The SOHNS headquarters was a well outfitted place, complete with a full training ground. Should he attend those? No, that would make him think again. What about a book? Books were nice and distracting so long as they were fiction. Fiction books could draw him in, make him believe the world was real. Yes, that was a good choice.

Anthony finally exited the room, headed for the library. Books would be a wonderful solitude, he just needed to choose the right one. He stepped out into the main foyer to crossover to the library, but another object of interest caught his eye. There near the entrance sat the dusty piano with a longing look to be played.

The piano would cause a stir of noise, and best of all a distraction. He hadn’t played for a while, but he was sure to remember his songs he played. Anthony sat at the bench, stretching his fingers and scooting back slightly. He laid his fingers on the piano and tried out a C chord. The chord ringed vibrantly and made Anthony gave a small smile.

He began his piece on the higher octaves with his right hand, speeding up and slowing down the tune accordingly. As he finished the first phrase, his left hand joined in, providing a nice undertone to the melody. Finally, something he was drawn into. Anthony continued the piece, giving a nice finish to it. He breathed for a moment, then began to adjust and work on the errors he noticed, tuning it to make it become a better piece. Then, he began the piece again, flowing and immersing himself into it.