"They really think of everything," Daniel drawls, pushing his mind to be anywhere but circling the idea of blood given up freely. "Do they have us all in some sort of hostage housing units?"

In a city this size, there's a good chance he's going to be able to pick up some duct tape and garbage bags to secure the windows. Not that different than the first shaky days back in his own apartment.

A thousand more questions squat in his head, but the name of the game is repression-- for the moment.