Murdoc stepped out of the drug store, taking a cigarette out of the pack he recently bought and placing it between his lips. He stuffed his hands in his pockets looking for his lighter, grumbling when it seemed nowhere to be found. Finally finding it in his back pocket, he was about to light his cigarette when he felt something bump on him followed by a small grunt. He turned and looked down to see a small boy, probably around 6, on the floor and looking up at him with round, terrified eyes. Murdoc cocked a brow before bending down at the child's eye level. " 'Ello, chum," he said in a gruff but affectionate tone. "What're you doin' by yerself this late a' night?" The boy, a little less afraid, opened his mouth to speak but stopped when he heard a voice call. "Henry? Henry where are you?" A woman appeared from around the corner of the drug store, the panic on her face disappearing when she saw the child. She looked about early 30s, slender, with a neat pixie haircut the color of chestnut and soft brown eyes. She was very pretty, but that wasn't what caught Murdoc's attention. What did was the black eye she acquired that made it obvious she had been hit. The woman walked over and scooped up the little boy from the floor. He wrapped his arms around her neck but did not take his eyes off of Murdoc. She gave Murdoc a polite smile, but there was no happiness in her eyes. She turned and began to walk, but he impulsively grabbed her shoulder and slowly spun her around. "Ah, pard'n me askin', but what happened to yer eye?" He asked. She froze for a bit as if debating whether or not to tell him anything, then relaxed and spoke. "I, ah I made a mistake picking the man I married. He's hurt me for so long, and when he tried to hurt our son, I knew it was time to leave. We're going." Her eyes started to tear, but she seemed less miserable for she finally had someone to confide in. "Where..where are ya going?" Murdoc felt like an idiot asking all these questions, but he remembered all those times his dad had punched, and hit, and abused his mom and remembered how painful and horrible it was to see his own mother so broken. She looked out into the drug store's parking a lot. "I really don't know. We're going...away," she repeated. Henry tucked his small head into the crook of his mother's neck. "I should get going, I need to get as far away as possible." The panic was back in her face and she began to turn once again but then once again Murdoc spun her around. "Y'know, love, you could stay at my place, if ya have no where to go."