But now that he had the time to look at her, really look at her… He realized that the Dante he once knew was gone. Someone had changed her. He could...’t bring himself to believe that she had transformed on her own. By who, he didn’t know. But now that she was in front of him, now that he knew she was alive… Things were only going to get alot worse. For the both of them. oOo Dantes entire body was tense as she sat wedged between two burly soldiers. Two soldiers whose holstered guns looked mighty. " That don't mean nothing to me, Parsons. I told you it wasn't a problem I know anything about. Don't start accusing me of stuff, especially if you can't back it up with some proof." Okay, Terry. I'm just glad to find out this wasn't just a coincidental mistake on your part, that you really did set out with the intention to do me and my family harm. I might have felt bad if I'd had any doubts about it." Are you threatening me, Parsons? If you are, it's a big mistake. I don't respond well to. She is completely self-possessed and (he thinks) she would be a tough nut to crack if he was trying to get information out of her in a police interview. She is dressed as if she is an established member of staff at a bank or some other hard-bitten financial institution and her visage is only softened, or perhaps that should be “spiced,” by a gold stud in the side of her nose. Grantby, whose job is to notice things, spots that there is a slight redness around the stud which suggests Corinne has. " I nodded, glancing around and seeing that the cops had everything well in hand. It was definitely time for me to go. However, before I left the place entirely, I reached in and grabbed a couple dozen donuts in the big boxes, dropping a twenty that I kept in a hidden pocket in my uniform. And with that, I hurried back home, being very careful to avoid being seen... which wasn't easy considering my girth. As soon as I was home, I remained standing as I gulped down all of the donuts, knowing.