Trystin sat in his sister Krystena's room, the only place in the entire house that his parents were afraid to go. He sat in the dark, by the wondow as he looked through the glass, towards to slowly falling snow. But he didn't see it, his mind focused on other things. As a Kantian, you learn to never stop paying attention, so as he sat there, staring blindly out the window, he listened. For anything. It would have been easier in his room, the soft squeak of the stairs giving him warning if Mikal or Sienna were coming. But Krissy's room was downstairs. And how long would it take for them to notice Krystena (and ultimately Amri) wasn't home? Should he risk it? Glancing down at his already injured side, Try figured it wasn't a good idea. He slipped out the window and into the night, not bothering to look behind him to see if there was a trail of blood giving him away to anyone who might care to follow.