Wendy woke with a start. He rubbed his eyes as he struggled to recall what had woke him but all to quickly he regretted his internal inquiry as he remembered his dream. The dream was close to a nightmare but something about it reminded him about the good times, back on the property. That said, it's content seemed to be an ill-omen, a precursor of things to-

[i]No[/i]. This thought process was dangerous. He was still wondering where his brothers and sisters had went but he had to kick this way of thought. Dreams were dreams, the mind processing the info that the brain had taken in. With this rationalization cemented, Wendy checked his watch and got up from his couch and strode across his empty apartment. Aside from a couple of kitchen appliances and the couch, Wendy had very little to his name. He sifted through a pile of clothes on the floor, grabbing a dress shirt and socks, before putting on his work suit so graciously given to him by Brother Grim. 

A handful of minutes later, Wendy was leaving the apartment, bagel in hand and smile on his face. He gave a nod to one of his neighbours who was just coming home for the evening who reciprocated the gesture but quickly made their way inside. Small talk wasn't something he got into much with his neighbours. He knew he was a little off-putting, price to pay for isolated with a group of like-minded 'whackjobs'. Despite this Wendy would keep his best foot forward and hopefully he'd break through one day.

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With his binder under one arm and two hands full of seven coffees (via coffee trays), Wendy carefully made his way into the room. He quickly put his his drinks down on the table before taking stock of the room. He noticed a woman who had already taken her seat. Popping two of the coffees out of the tray, Wendy walked over and placed one down beside the woman.

"Not sure if you're a coffee drinker but I figured a little caffeine would help keep everyone present." Wendy commented as he looped back around and took a seat on the other side of the table.

"I don't think we've met yet; I'm Peter." Wendy said, extending his arm across the table for a handshake, confidently though the confidence deflated a little as he corrected himself.

"Sorry Wendell, well Wendy. I got by my middle name Wendell; not Peter. But most people call me Wendy." he clarified, getting his facts straight and laid out.