*He lays sprawled upon the Hotel's bed. On his back he stares at the ceiling, staring at the cracks.

Lenor...

The vampire book rests on his bare chest. Clad in nothing but a pair of over-the-knee black and white striped socks and a tiny school-girl grey skirt, his black hair desheveled, his eyes glassy. There's a bottle of rum by his side, nearly half has vanished into thin air.

'It's only an am show, late late night, we talk about the supernatural stuff that happens in the city...'

He blinks, remembering the girl he met at the book store.

Lenore.

Daisy wriggles up and onto his belly,the book slides off and falls with a thump onto the floor.

The laptop is switched on, the cell attatched, everything is ready. He tunes in trying to find the frequency...suddenly it apears, crackling at first; Nightwatch 101.7. Slowly the program will come to life...he knows they are out there...*

*He tries and fusses till the crackling subsides and his lap top begins to produce sound....well...almost. Something faint comes from the speakers...music? a voice? His fingers play over the volume button.*

All right you shit....*he mutters under his breath...to his laptop? the noise from within?* talk to me.  

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*And there it is! With a smile and a small whoop of delight Daisy picks up his cell and begins to dial. He can hear the phone ringing at the station.* Huston...I think we have contact *he slurs then giggles as he picks up the bottle and takes another swig.*