[Ishu]

December 4th, Chicago. Base.

She reached out to him as he started to speak about leaving her alone. She didn't want him to go, leaving her alone even if it wouldn't be for long. Alice had a hard time keeping her eyes open, her hand drifting toward the edge of the bed as she reached for him.

He could see something, though it was brief and easily missable, but it was there and subtle. If there was a diagram for comfort, it was there before him. A bed with soft pillows and a gentle companion. The sensation of tiredness radiated from her and became more and more evident in her body language until she all but passed out in her bed.

Her breathing was low and unnoticeable save for the gentle rising and falling of her chest. She'd fallen asleep in the same sort of awkward position she had changed to in order to face him with her hand stretched out to touch his and bring him some kind of comfort.

December 5th, Chicago. Sewer #17.

Snoring in a high up spot in the sewer pipe system, sunlight streaked over his features as he slept. He'd fallen asleep during the night nearby a drainage hole in the side of a street. There was a bottle in his hand though it was nearly empty. Amante grunted, his leg drifting off from the pipes and hanging. He was considerably high up, a good forty feet most likely. Either he went outside and came back in via a manhole or he found a way to climb up there, though without claws it was unlikely.

Just outside, through the drainage slot in the side of the road, was an old blues house. They played, though rarely, and he'd fallen asleep while listening to their music. Live music was rare in these times, a delicacy to some. He enjoyed it when he could.