Booker was right; there was something all too surreal about the night, how peaceful it made everything. Maybe it was because it was truly a time of relaxation, a time when the mind as well as the body was able to rest from the day's activities to begin again the next morning. It was the natural rhythm of things.

All too soon, the car came to a stop, and Reyna followed Booker's lead of getting out of the car. Reyna eyed the building for a long moment, seeing the multiple windows along the front, some lit up and some as dark as the night.

"This...is your home?" she asked curiously, a bit confused. Though she had the knowledge for certain things, there was much she still didn't know about the world she was now a part of, and it was all because of her partial connection to Booker. Her basic knowledge was of things that [I]he[/I] knew, but because she was not yet a complete human being...she was lacking in some aspects.

As she continued to look over the space, her eyes suddenly caught movement to the side of the building. A white cat was there, moving about slowly before pausing and carefully looking over the area. Reyna had somehow inadvertently caught the creature's attention, both being caught in an eye-lock for a good ten seconds. Then, as if whatever interest had disappeared suddenly, the cat ran off, disappearing into the night. How peculiar.