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Torn up papers lay piled on the table along with sealed up envelopes. "Paid, time to send you guys off." All that was left to do was place the stamps on them which Clint did. Standing he threw out the paper in a recycle bin then gathered the paid bills and turned to leave the house. Maddie was still out. Whatever had happened, she must have been very tired at the end of it all. He walked outside, slipped the envelopes into the mailbox then walked back inside the house. He needed to start on dinner. He was pretty hungry. The lunch at work was not enough to make him full.

Clint busied himself in the kitchen making the dinner preparations. That's when he heard Maddie speak up. "In the kitchen." he answered. "Front door is right there if you wish to leave. I'm not going to force you to stay and I'm not going to ask any questions." He assured her.

An inconvenient visitor? Strange, but at least this mysterious visitor didn't give Allen a hard time or follow him here. At the thought that maybe he had, Kaneko swiftly made her way to the kitchen window and looked outside. Nothing, no one in sight. It put her at ease some. "Oh, not to worry Allen, we can always buy you some clothes before we leave." Although, Kaneko wasn't sure how that was going to work. It wasn't like he could pick out what he wanted to buy. It was up to her to find him something comfortable to wear. Yes, she was sure she could think of something. "What matters is that you got the most important items. Clothes are replaceable." She pointed out with a warm smile. In her rush of getting him out of the hospital, she had forgotten to wrap up his eyes, perhaps he wanted them wrapped up.

Kaneko turned to make her way for the first aid kit but stopped and looked back to Allen when he spoke. "Your...m-master?" Her fingers reached up to scratch the side of her head. The more he spoke, the more hurt he became. "There, there. You have nothing to apologize for." Her voice was calm, kind. Her hand lightly caressed his cheek and her arms wrapped around him gently. "You can cry Allen. It usually helps the person feel a little better. We won't talk about this person, it's just you and me now." Why had this man returned? What did he really want with Allen? Would Allen even be safe with his old master again? What if they were found? No, she couldn't have such thoughts. Not now.

As he stared out the window, he saw the mailman stop at his mail box and slide something inside. It was probably the bills. Clint waited until the mailman left before setting down the t-shirt and heading outside. At least the mailman had been right on time, just the way Clint liked it. Punctuality was hard to come by these days. It was warm out but the trip was quick; he walked out to his mailbox, opened it, took what was inside and closed it before heading back inside. At least..that's what usually happened. But the difference today was he looked through his mail outside and looking up, happened to catch sight of someone taking a nap on one of the freshly mowed lawns like his own. Clint payed the stranger no mind, that is until he realized who this stranger was. "Maddie.." Gripping the mail in his hand, Clint debated on waking her up or leaving her there. Her safety was much more important than some promise though.

The male quickly made his way to where she lay and gently shook her. "Hey...wake up. You're going to get burnt out here." No luck, she was out cold. With a reluctant groan, Clint dropped is mail beside her then picked her up and placed her over his shoulder before grabbing his mail again and making his way back home. The mail was dropped on the table and she was laid on the couch. He knew she was going to probably be angry when she woke up but he'd deal with her then. For now, Clint grabbed a blanket from the closet and draped it over her sleeping form. How had she gotten here? Was she looking for him? That was highly unlikely, maybe it was some sort of sign he didn't understand. Whatever it was would have to wait. He made his way back to the kitchen table where he sat back down and began to look through the mail.

Maybe in the next town he could stay at an inn. He needed to get some sleep. Or at least some actual food. The next town wasn't too far, but it would still take a little while to get there. In the meantime they could always talk, but what could he and a vampire possibly talk about anyway? Nothing. He should have killed her, but he couldn't do that after she basically saved him and the child. That didn't mean he wouldn't kill her eventually though; he knew it was only a matter of time before she turned on him and tried to kill him. All vampires were the same after all.