Even though she smiled, Kiden did not seem much happier. Studying her for a while, she drew her hand away from Kiden and dropped it to the bed, feeling that she had not served much of a purpose by touching her.

She paused, sniffed, and then got up to her feet and walked out of the room, not caring much whether or not she was being followed. Kiden's scent was very strong, and all over the apartment; she followed it around, from being pressed against the door, to walking down the hallway, to the shower, then back out of it and into the room she first found herself in.

It was not just Kiden's scent which was prominent in the apartment. She could sense the smell of a teenage boy, and a girl the same age, both of which she did not recognize, and another girl, one that smelled like make-up and leather and, if she inhaled harder, focused more-

Smelled like her.

She closed her eyes. Sniffed again. There was no doubting it. It was her.

She had not just been there since that morning. She had been there for a long while. She sensed herself in every single room.

When she got to the bedroom - which was, by the scent of it, most certainly Kiden's - she stopped dead in the center of it, and her nostrils flared.