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Ty stood outside knocking, but got no answer, though he heard a bit of shuffling when she dropped the book. It was faint, but it was enough to make the man worry. After all, Tses's apartment had seen a lot of danger and action lately. One hand gripped the pillow as the other reached into his wallet, fumbling for the key.

Once unlocked, he pushed open the door--only to have the chain catch it. Sighing, he reached in with his fingers and undid the lock before making his way inside and heaving a sigh of relief as he saw Tses was alright.

"Ah," he murmured to himself, "That explains it." Walking over to her, he planted a kiss on her forehead and held out the new pillow.

Now, Ty knew his girlfriend. So he had planned in his mind that he was in no way letting on that this was Valentine's day. That probably wouldn't blow over too well. So, he'd make her think it was just a normal day that he was going to turn special.

Lately Ty found himself spending more and more time at Tses since he came out of his emotional turmoil. But today, she'd told him to go home to Sanctuary and take some time to himself for once, something he hadn't done in quite some time. But instead of directly listening to her, he took a random detour, and he found himself near a wooded area.

Being in New York for six years did not destroy his inner Georgian. Though dormant, it still lay deep within him, usually only coming out in the form of his accent. But seeing the trees...something in him clicked, and he briskly walked into the woods, instantly feeling a wave of nostalgia.

His deep blue eyes took in the sights as he sat under a tree, pulling out his knife. He began to strip away some of the bark before carving a heart into the wood of the tree, then he began to carve more unorthodox images. They were simple and crude, but to him they carried alot of meaning. Inside the heart was a small equation of pictures. A fish, a plus sign, and a crescent moon, however, were something that only Ty would understand.

Smiling at his work, he picked up a stick and began carving the stick randomly, mostly giving it a point. Little did he know, he wasn't alone...

Ty nodded, relaxing more on the couch as he thought over this. "Yeah...that makes sense. But that means I'll probably need to find a bunch of stuff I can try to use my powers on. But..." he mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"I'll have to do it in moderation because of the headaches, and I'll probably need different kinds of objects. Maybe think of different ways to use my powers. You know, besides just idly viewing a past. Maybe look for useful information or something." The young man shrugged lightly. "Any ideas?"

Ty shook his head, holding onto it with his left hand. "I...I didn't get the number..." Ty murmured, his voice shaking. "Those glasses....that guy....he...." Putting his gloves back on, he fumbled for the aspirin in his pocket and popped two of them dry, as he usually did.

Then, he motioned for Aura to follow him into an alley. "I lost the numbers in the rest of the vision...that man...he beats women...abuses children..." As he spoke, the redhead's voice was still weak as he leaned against a wall. "I think those glasses saw every one of them..." He shut his eyes, face still pale and breathing heavy. "Just....gimme a second, okay?" he asked, trying to relax.

Ty nodded, listening. "Shouldn't be a problem. I got a new bottle of aspirin just for this occasion," Ty answered, following Harlan into the bank. The back and forth between the two men didn't really interest Ty. So they were lovers, big deal. He just knew he was here to touch a few things and get a story, and that was it.

When his hand touched the cold metal of the box. The other scenes flashed before his mind, but he ignored them. Then came the good parts. He saw the guy breaking open boxes, but the girl...he was right. But Harlan wasn't. He couldn't be. In fact...from the bits he could pick up, they seemed...distant. Not like lovers at all. Thank God...Then other scenes flashed by, but not much happened besides investigations.

Ty walked over to the water fountain, popping some aspirin and chasing it for once. "They're NOT lovers!" Ty found himself snapping, then regained his composure. "They were a male and a female though...male was sort of built like me, with dark hair and a facial hair. ...the female was smaller....blond...This case seems...old. I'm going to need a piece of the camera. Or something newer that would have seen the entrance. The box really wasn't that bad, but I don't wanna take any chances," he said, looking between the men.

Ty chuckled, politely shaking his head. "Nah, that guy's flat broke, homeless. See? His jacket's tattered, his face is dirty, and he looks like he hasn't shaved in a month," he explained, rubbing his own stubble. "Maybe, but there's more in it if you test it on the richer man's card."

Then, he saw someone use the ATM outside the bank. Well dressed, glasses, three piece suit...And he got a wad of money from the machine. "Alright, this is it," he murmured, taking off his gloves. He walked across the street, down the sidewalk towards the man, bumping shoulders with him, but the man tripped over Ty's foot and they both went down, the glasses falling off of the man's face. Just as planned.

Ty secretly pocketed the man's wallet, then scrambled to his feet and grabbed the man's glasses. Then froze as almost like clockwork, his power worked. Ty was still frozen from the vision when the man snatched his glasses and walked away.

Those glasses had seen so much, and Ty was trembling as the headachr set in.

Ty nodded, smiling as she wiped his tear and kissed his cheek. "I love you too. I just feel like an ass for what I did to you. But I still support you, even help you move what little bit you have in. I'd just thought you were interested in moving in with me, but hey, it's no big deal as long as you're living somewhere better than here." His eyes softened a little.

"I'll even come by to see ya whenever I can."