Anna nodded when he agreed to call her Anna instead of Mira. She had halfway expected him to disagree with her, but was glad he hadn't. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was still unstable. Shaken up by the events that had taken place just hours earlier. Any little thing that angered or upset her could start that fiasco all over again. She didn't want it to happen again. She didn't enjoy hurting or killing people. But there was a chance it could happen. And more so, she worried this time Vincent might be among the victims if he got too close to her during another attack. She would never be able to live with herself if that happened. It had been hard enough thinking he had been killed because a group of brats hated her, but to kill him herself? She wouldn't be able to bare the thought of it.

Anna laughed softly when he mimicked his cracking voice from when the two had been in choir a couple of years back. She nodded in agreement, her mind sudden;y brought back to the video they had played overhead at the prom. The video of her in the shower, believing she was bleeding to death when in reality it had just been the period no one had ever bothered o tell her about. She nodded slightly, seeming slightly out of it for a moment, the colors on his shirt fading slowly to that red color again, things in the room trembling, reading to be thrust into the air again, "Yeah. Puberty was harsh." She said quietly, very close to having another meltdown.

When she felt Vincent pressing kisses on her skin again though, she took a shaky breath, calming down once more, the colors of his shirt shifting back to that same calming tone. She sighed softly and cuddled up closer to him, burying her face against his neck, relieved when he said he wasn't going anywhere. He was the only person she had now and if he decided that he didn't want to be with her anymore and that he wanted to leave her, she would be alone. She didn't want to be alone. The thought of being all be herself, with no one to turn to and on top that living with these powers, scared her. She was frightened of herself. But, she was sure that as long as her Vincent was here with her, she would be fine. She wouldn't be alone and she would be safe.

She breathed in his scent as she buried her face against him once more, only to look back up at him to ask where exactly they were. She sat up from where they lay, a slightly confused look on her face, "To be very honest...I'm not all too sure. I just kind of picked a direction and started driving. I was kind of out of it at the time as you can imagine." But then again, he didn't seem to remember what happened a the prom, and he hadn't been there when she had killed her mother, so maybe even he couldn't imagine what she had been feeling at that time. She frowned and standing up, getting out of the bed, she walked over, searching through the drawers of different things int he hotel room for any kind of identification of where they could possible be.

Finally, opening the drawer in one of the dressers, she pulled out a phone book, looking at the city it was from, "We're in Montrero. I guess that means I drove about..." She paused, calculating it in her head for a moment before she nodded to herself, "About six hours." She had left the flaming house at ten thirty, meaning she didn't get here until four thirty in the morning. Turning her head slightly she looked at the clock and saw it read six. She hadn't slept long then obviously, and yet, with all of the events that had happened, she wasn't all that tired. 

Walking back over to the bed, she flopped down onto it, a frown on her face as she looked over at him, "Vince....do you really...do you really not remember anything that happened after we were called up onto the stage?"