Who You Gonna Call? (FI- OPEN)

[DMis]

A simple rustle of feathers and Crescent was airborne. Her eyes looked to the horizion.

"What's that?" she quietly heading towards that way.

[ParamountKeymaster]

Just ahead, a young woman in a black leather jacket was running towards the hospital, looking none too pleased. Running alongside her was a Bernese Mountain Dog. Van recognized them fairly quickly. "Jen... Carter..." His hope quickly returning, he started running to meet them halfway.

As soon as they caught up with one another, Jen grabbed Van by the shirt. "Alright, you've got some explaining to do!" she angrily shouted.

"Jen! Jen, it's okay! I'm not Ray!"

She let go in shock, noticing the British voice and tint in his green eyes. "Oh... Sorry, Van."

"No worries; I had that coming." He brushed himself off and gave Carter a pat on the head. "Of course, you do deserve an explanation."

"No kidding..." Jen sighed, rubbing her head. "Wanna walk and talk?"

"Gladly." Grateful for something normal in this mixed-up night, Van began a brisk stroll with Jen and Carter diligently by his side. Now that he had found her, Carter and Toby, all that was left to find was Darien, stuck in werewolf form, and Evan, status still unknown. Thankfully and regrettably, the night was still young.