"Home sweet home?" Verchiel asked as Jorick motioned him inside.
"Not anymore. The rent's paid up through January, then the landlord will have to find a new tenant." He watched warily as the redhead and Hectia entered. Once they were inside, he and Katelina followed.
They were in a large kitchen/living room combo with stained blue carpet. There was no furniture, nor books; only an old wall phone stretched across the floor. Two doors sat in the right wall, both open to dark, empty rooms, and three heavily curtained windows were situated on the left.
Katelina drifted to the windows. It was the same scene she'd seen in his dream. She remembered the conversation; Patrick and Oren arguing over whether she'd be safe or not. It was freakish to think that he'd stood there - that they'd all stood there - while she sat across the street, unaware of Jorick as he kept his secret post as guardian.
Verchiel's voice interrupted her thoughts, "This is homey."