Alice's POV
I was jumping from roof to roof looking for a little piece of sky that wasn't cloud banked. My head was full of the same questions.
Who is he? Where did he come from? Did he know that there was a way of that life?
The last I saw him, he was alone in some woods. I felt sorry for him but there was an urge in the pit of my dead and good for nothing stomach that implied I go and help him. I stopped in a random roof and lay down. I closed my eyes and let my ears take over my senses.
"Pass me the salt." I woman asked in the lower floor of the building I was lying on. There were sounds of some kids playing.
"Kids, no more of that, pass the salt to your mother." A man, the father I was assuming, said. The sounds went quiet and there was a brief sound of air as someone passed the salt to the mom.
"Thank you." The voice of the woman said. "Now that you finished, you may be excused. Go to bed." She said and I could almost feel the smile in her face.
"Yes, mother." Said the voice of little girl.
"Good night…" said another little girl. They both parted from the table and I could hear a door closing.
Then the parents resumed their dinner.
I wish I could remember what my family was. I pushed my vision for an answer but nothing came. The only thing I could remember from the past was the pain of when I was turned.
Then my eyes where full of a sky. It was clouded but with light. That meant that tomorrow I could go out! I lay thinking about the little girls in their little beds.
How was I when I was like that? Was I ever loved by a family? Was I ever part of one?
Then his face came to my eyes, that beautiful face. He was traveling in a cloudy town. His eyes were dark as the night, which meant that he was hunting. Then I was in his eyes. That still makes me jump. He is the only person that I could see their future from their one eye and not like I'm another person watching. He was walking towards a dinner.
I knew that dinner. He was here, in Philadelphia! I had to see him; I had to find him. I needed to help him.
There it was, feeling in the pit of my stomach. I stood and started jumping again towards the dinner. It was almost sundown and he would be there in the brief morning. And I would be there too, waiting for him.