Home. Smog filled air, oh well it gave the sky a pretty purple tint. He wasn't going to die if it, that was for sure. He stood there, hands firmly planted on the granite railing. *She'll be alright* He sighed to himself. He'd drop by to check in on her often, though he knew he'd have to in secret, she hated being looked after.

He didn't mind the paper work. It was a better bargain. He much rather deal with bickering Brujah than ki blasting Otaku... women.

As he turned to go back inside, the man gazed up at the night sky... straight ahead... a distant star. "'Night, my Vic."

*Click*

The figure stepped into the clearing. "Welcome back."

*No.*

.........BLAST.............