After entering the apartment, Tom let out a relieving sigh to get off the streets for the night. He was worried for Becky out there. And after talking about the Lady of the State, he just wanted to get that sick woman out of existence. Walking to the bedrooms, he opened the door, seeing Shellie sleeping soundly upon the bed with the tv still on. He eventually turned it off before moving a hair away from her face and kissing her forehead. He felt that Shellie was like a sister to him. A younger one. Closing the door behind him, he walked back to the couch and slumped on the floor in front of it, leaning on it.