Grimmjow dropped her on the bed and turned towards his closet for something. He opened the door and dug around in the depths for a few minutes. All Alice could hear were mumbled curses and stuff clattering around inside.
"What in God's name are ya doin in there laddie?" she asked with a thin blonde brow raised.
"I'm lookin' for Narnia what the hell do you think I'm doin'?"
"It sounds like you're making one hell of a mess."
There was a loud crash followed by a long stream of curses and grumbles from the bluenet from within the closet.
"Alice just go to your room and pack the essential clothes and stuff." He said inside the closet holding his throbbing skull.
"Why? Where are we going?"
"To hell if we don't change our ways, now go pack!" he growled. He sat up on his haunches and dug out on old lock box that held an old Israeli issued desert eagle. He checked on how many rounds he had left. Only two boxes were left, and he desperately needed some target practice.
"Hmm…" he closed the lock box and hung the key around his necklace that had his grandfather's old army dog tags hung on the chain.
"well granddad, ya said for me to find a woman that I'd protect with my own heart and soul. Looks like I found one." He kissed the dog tags and quickly got dressed
Down the hall, Alice could here Grimmjow talking to himself. She looked confused as she shoved her last box of tampons in her duffle bag. She pulled the top closed and locked it with a padlock. She hung the key around her neck against the sapphire pendent that her mother had given her as a child.
"well Ma, I found a man. But I'm not sure if you'd like him all that much."