Snippet #1017351

Vincent gave a sigh as he sat in his car, preparing to start the engine. For a moment, he closed his eyes, pushed the back of the seat into a reclining position, and simply sat there for a moment, as if compensating for any sleep lost last night. Everything around him seemed completely silent--that was his favourite type of atmosphere, where time and space seemed frozen and unmoving.

Then his eyes opened, and the peace seemed to be shattered. He shook his head a bit and returned his seat to an upright position before starting up the engine and driving back to the Steed's house. He sat in the car, hesitating to get out for a few seconds, still concerned and ashamed about what had happened the previous night. Then at last he swept out of the Nissan and strode up to the door, knocking a couple of times.