Wild Dogs? Or Just Clayton? -nick Sorrentino

I Hear Voices. A Shout. A Laugh. Clay's Laugh. I Strained To See Through The Night. Fog Had Rolled In From Lake Ontario, But I Could Hear Him Laughing. The Concrete Turned To Grass. The Fog Wasn't From The Lake, But From A Pond. Our Pond. I Was At Stonehaven, Bounding Through The Back Acres. Clay Was Running Ahead Of Me.

Yes, I Can Talk And Think At The Same Time. Most People Can, Though I Suppose You Wouldn't Know That From Personal Experience. Elena (bitten)

Dangerous? Do You Remember What Xavier's Power Is? Teleportation. Limited Teleportation, They Guy Can Move About 10 Feet. Worst Thing He Could Do To Me? Poke Me In The Eyes, And Go "nyuk, Nyuk, Nyuk" And Zip Away Before I Can Smack Him," - Elena

Oh My God. You're A Witch-hunter. I'm A Witch. Hate To Break It To You Daniel, But If You're A Witch-hunter? You're Doing It Wrong." He Gave Me A Sidelong Smile. "maybe It's Not That Kind Of Hunting." "then You're Definitely Doing It Wrong.

Dearly Departed, Scarcely Lamented, Deeply Demented.