Snippet #1876593

Tanchell looked at the cigarette that had been thrown in the alleyway; at least the dilemma about what to do with it was now over. He nodded at what she was saying, he didn't feel all that welcome here either, Everything seems to be taken care of anyways, He thought, looking back on the scene. As he was trying to weasel his arm out of her grip, she began tugging him and soon enough he followed her, despite being slightly unwilling to because of the paranoia of what could happen. He looked back, swearing that he faintly remembered the white-haired woman he had seen, though he didn't mention this to Alice, "I suppose it's a good thing that we didn't have our breakfast there,"