All those notes she had made.. All of them were gone. [i]What a waste of time.[/i] Dawn turned, her name being called out suddenly. The face was unforgettable, mainly due to the fact that the man yelling for her was the one who saved her life and revealed what was actually going on in the world. What was he doing here? Working a case? Maybe the same one Dawn herself was on. Without her notes, she was going to look like a fool. She would talk around, get some insider information about the murders, make up for the lost facts. She met Phillip halfway, leaving the charred book behind. Then it hit her that she hadn't seen him since the night when he rescued her. She had been on about 5 hunts since then, but she felt confident in her abilities. But he wouldn't have known about her hunting, or whether her abilities were enough to pursue this life. But it didnt matter what he thought. She was here now and whatever burned her book would probably be back in hiding, realizing it was outnumbered now. Dawn gave Phillip a smile and spoke happily, "Phillip? It's been a while!" She approached him, giving him a hug whether he wanted one or not, without expecting him to return the hug.