"Thank me later!" with that he took off hearing the shouts of the person behind them as they bolted before diving behind a set of shrubs.

Aria was out cold, and admittedly he felt a little guilty as he looked at her and Chloe watched them as Aura shot death glares in his direction and he kept them down as someone ran by shouting into the night. As soon as they were gone he made them silently follow him through the tiny alleyway and then into a small back garden before he walked up to the backdoor of the large, old, brick Victorian house. There was a noise of someone shuffling, the sound of a few things breaking, and then the noise of a cat yelping as someone stepped on its tail and the person apologizing while they waited and Aura tried to keep her sister up. Jaden turned with a sigh and grabbed the tiny girl and pulled her into his arms while he saw the surprised and guarded expression from both girls while he waited for the door to open. In seconds, it swung open and there stood a man between his late thirties and early forties with a slightly scraggly beard - needing a good shave - a bit long hair, and askew circular wire frame glasses - dressed in a pair of night clothes, bedroom shoes, and a housecoat. he yawned and then looked at them.

"Hello what do you....MY GOD JADEN! WHAT HAPPENED?" 

"We're being trailed....can you hide us for a bit?" the man nodded and swiftly they were taken into the shelter of the old home.

It was full of traditional nineteenth century decore and style, a warm fireplace lit in the living room and antique lights lining the walls and hallway where a rich oak stained staircase and waynescoating stood. The walls were plaster and original, a rung was at there feet and forward was another room, a dinning room and kitchen. 

"Take a seat in the living room....I bring you all some tea and the first aid kit!" with that he was gone and Jaden moved to settled Aria on the sofa before he watched Aura settle next to her on the ground, Chloe sitting in a chair not far from her and Jaden settled himself before the fire to stretch out rather cat-like and then grab the poker to stoke the fireplace.

Why was he so eager to help these people? Was it because for the first time in forever, there was someone who actually [i]knew[/i] what if felt like to be different? He sighed and moved to sit with his knees pulled to his chest for his head to rest on while he watched the three girls and waited for Clay to return with tea - don't ask him why - and a first aid kit. He supposed the twenty questions game was going to return now, and he took a deep breath.

"Questions?" he asked.