Sara sighed as she leaned against a brick wall. She had a new edition to her traveling home and she didn’t even know what to do with the thing. It was a spider plant. A baby that had fallen off of the mother plant, and silly her, she picked it up. She even named it, Bob.

Bob sat comfortably over the top of a glass Sobe Bottle, so that the water could cover Bob’s roots and not drowned Bob’s leaves. Bob should be a comfortable baby plant, but Bob wasn’t a comfortable baby plant. Bob had to be left alone all day while Bob drank in the sun on the side roof of the warehouse. The good thing for Bob was that Bob was just a baby spider plant. People didn’t care if Bob was there or if Bob wasn’t. So Bob could sit on a roof, sunning himself all day. Sara couldn’t because she was a half cat mutant, and people found a problem in that.

Sara set Bob down on the ledge of the wall that she was leaning on, and using as a table. Speaking of the table part, she used the same hand to pick up a steaming cup of tea. Leaning her elbows against the short wall, and letting the steam warm her nose. Breathing in, it warmed her lounges as well.

Sara had been around, and around, and around, and there wasn’t a place that she had really found comfort. Not since the camps. On the outside, Sara liked to play things cool. She told herself things didn’t bother her because if she convinced everyone else of that fib it would be a fact. Then Sara wouldn’t have something to loose. She didn’t want anything to loose. The fact was, Sara still had plenty… She could loose Bob… A stupid little spider plant who should be sitting in a trash can or decomposing for food for other plants that could cannibalize Bob.

She slipped her other hand around Bob’s Base to made sure Bob didn’t fall. Sara had things to loose, no matter how tough she wanted herself to believe she was. At least she hadn’t lost the night. That was still something she had to herself. She thought as she looked up trying to see the stars past the glaring street lamps.

Sara sipped her tea.

Tarin had been avoiding the park as a rule for quite a while. Not only did it bring up half-memories he didn't like to think about, if he was going to be recognized somewhere as the monster he'd become it was going to be there. That's where he'd started picking out victims.

Just thinking the word made he shudder and his stomach turn, so as Tarin made his way towards the familiar paths he tried to think about something...no anything other than that.

Things were going well with Lee, she wasn't hesitating anymore. At least not that he could tell, and they'd been to the mansion. The mansion where there were people who could possibly help him. Help him make sure that nothing like this ever happened again.

The bridges in the park were so pretty, as were the little streams that ran under them. Tarin could see someone else felt the same way as he approached, and the closer he got, the more a sense of recognition grabbed ahold of him.

The camp break-out had been chaos, absolute chaos, but there were some things that a person simply didn't forget about. Among those things were waking up in a puddle of blood and filth and a woman that looked almost like a cat. Tail and all.

Drawing up beside the woman on the bridge, Tairn noticed she grasped a plant in one hand and a cup of what looked to be coffee in the other.

Trying to remember the woman's name was a little more difficult than simply recognizing her, so Tarin sucked up his price as he stopped walking.

"Hello...I don't know if you'd remember me or not. I think we met briefly in the camps...Tarin Brooks."

Sara stirred from her thoughts, as she was approached. Breathing in the scent, to try and recognize the person, before she turned to look at him. Amber eyes flashing in the dim light.

"Hello...I don't know if you'd remember me or not. I think we met briefly in the camps...Tarin Brooks."

“My name’s Sara.” She said as a reply. Mostly out of habit than actually meaning to be cordial. This mutant confused the feline.

For a moment she just blinked at him, then her eyes narrowed, and she just looked down at his hands, before looking him right in the eye again. “Yeah, we’ve met.” Her ears flicked back. Was he for real? She distinctly remembered him, his smell, his voice, trying to assault her. Was he fooling with her? Was he for real?

“I believe we ran into each other shortly after the camps, Tarin.”

The succinct reply wasn't necessarily what Tarin had been expected when he came up on the woman. Though, some people didn't like to think about the difficult and horrible things that had happened to them while they were in the camps.

Sara...that's right. Tarin remembered, nodding his head as she told him her name. The woman looked suspicious though and suddenly feeling self conscious, Tarin took a step backwards. Then the woman spoke and he got cold all over. This was not a woman that a person would simply forget an encounter with. There was really only one explanation.

"We did...?" he said, practically feeling the blood flowing from his face as he scowled, "When...where?"

Sara’s head tilted at his reaction. His heart beat became more noticeable and, did she detect a slight change in his smell?

"We did...?"

Sara nodded slowly. Ok, so he was either messing with her, and such a good actor, that even hi heart beat sped up, or he really believed they had only met at the camps. Was a multi personality possible as a mutation?

"When...where?"

Sara shrugged. Leaning back on the railing. Confident that if something in his personality turned, right then and there, she could floor him again. “We ran into each other on one of the running paths, a few months ago.” She couldn’t remember the exact date. It’s what she got for not keeping track of calendars. “You came out with a knife, I flipped you over onto the ground, that was pretty much it.”

Worst. Fears. Confirmed. Tarin's right hand moved automatically to his stomach as it did a back flip in his abdomen. They'd met in the park, at night, several months ago. There was only one explanation.

This was insane, the first time he'd mustered up the courage to come to the park since then, and the very first thing that happened was that he ran into one of his potential victims from the mad hat killing spree his body had gone on while he was fast asleep.

Tarin ran a hand through his hair, gripping it in the back the way he sometimes did when his emotions tried to get the better of him. The woman spoke again and things got worse when Tarin definitely hadn't thought they could.

"You're kidding." he exclaimed, letting his hands drop to his sides as he stood, then walking to the same wall that Sara leaned on. Dropping his forearms onto the top of the wall he leaned down, staring off into space for a few minutes before turning to regard the woman.

"I'm so sorry." he said, swallowing hard before continuing, "I see spirits..." he explained, trying to keep matters as succinct as possible, "Think of that like a possession..."

Tarin scowled at the ground, it had to have been early on...one of the times he'd woken up so sore after what he'd thought was a good night's sleep.

"It probably would have been better for everyone involved at the time if you'd have gone ahead and drug me to a police station, or turned the knife on me. I wouldn't trade what I've got now for anything in the world...but all I can really say to you is that I'm glad it was you I...he found that night and not someone who couldn't defend themselves. I guess I owe you a big thank you for keeping at least a little blood off my hands."

"You're kidding."

Sara shook her head. Based on his reactions, he was telling the truth. Sara let her shoulders relax a bit as she readjusted how her spider plant, Bob, was sitting on the ledge.

"I'm so sorry." he said, swallowing hard before continuing, "I see spirits..."

Sara suddenly felt like she was in the middle of the movie called the sixth sense. Tarin might as well have just told her ’I see dead people.’ Not that that wasn’t unreasonable.

"Think of that like a possession..."

“That explains a bit.” The hole different way of talking, the different demeanor, the bit that happened during the camp break out. Despite the information being given to Sara, and the way Tarin was acting, Sara was doing her best to be indifferent. Not really knowing what to think yet. She settled for gently fiddling with the way the spider plant was resting in the water. Mean while, Tarin went on. Making Sara bite her lower lip. What had gone on, back then?

“I’m not exactly a fan of the police and I’m not a killer.” Blood off his hands? Sara’s head bowed, not sure how to really take that. Sure she was still deciding where she stood, even back then, but the knowledge that she could have prevented things, hit harder than she thought it would. She didn’t even really know what it was she could have prevented. “I’ll remember next time.” She said softly to herself. Expecting the words to make her feel better, but they didn’t. she didn’t even know what she was amending to do.

“So does that… Possession thing… Does it happen often?”

Sara relaxed, though Tarin couldn't really blame her for being tense. If he'd really attacked her with a knife, he felt pretty lucky he was still on his feet at all. If someone had attacked him then showed up randomly at his side, he probably wouldn't have given them the benefit of the doubt that Sara had given him.

Sara spoke and Tarin couldn't help but shake his head slightly, at least it made sense to one of them. Tarin wished for the hundredth time that he understood what caused the merges, or possessions to happen and how he could keep them from happening.

"Lucky for me I guess..." Tarin said softly, turning his head to look at the woman sitting next to him. At one point in time it might have felt odd to be leaning on a wall with a woman who could have passed as a giant cat. Not now...not at all. Sara amended her earlier comment though, saying she'd remember for next time that she'd have done a few people a favor by just ending it for him right there.

"Yeah. Though...I wouldn't want to run into me in a dark alley when it's a legitimate merge and not just a possession."

Sara asked if the merges happened often and Tarin shrugged his shoulders, "Hardly ever until I moved here. This is an old city and there's a lot of restless spirits."

Tarin tilted his head and wondered just how much he should say, "I'm not safe when that happens. Not at all...and I don't know how to fix it or control it. I'm working on it though. If I ever come up on you with a knife again, though, feel free to shove it right down my throat."

"Yeah. Though...I wouldn't want to run into me in a dark alley when it's a legitimate merge and not just a possession.

Sara raised a furry eye brow. She, obviously, handled him before. What made him think that she couldn’t handle him while under a full merge? Her thoughts didn’t change. She was sure she could handle.

The confidence was actually something Sara had to loose. She’d been confident about so many things. Things that she shouldn’t be too confident about. Like the break ins. She was getting too bold, and she knew she was getting to bold. But the thrill of the doing something wrong, was too tempting.

"I'm not safe when that happens. Not at all...and I don't know how to fix it or control it. I'm working on it though. If I ever come up on you with a knife again, though, feel free to shove it right down my throat."

Sara’s eyes widened for a moment before gaining her composure. “I don’t thin I can do that.”