Through the dinner, Ellyna could not put her finger on it. Something. She tried hard not to make too much about it. She'd smile and chuckle polite, listen and talk, but she could not shake it.

The D'Mourir family was always a strange aloof one. Even from each other they would horde secrets and the like. But this was... different. Alain and the lil sheep. Some cute, some not so cute, some probably knew more tricks then a circus poodle, but that part was still Alain. It was the eyes and his mood that got her attention. Maybe he was just happy he had not been killed by some one night stand's insane jealous husband or stalker.

Elly sighed and flopped back into the over stuffed couch letting her feet stretch out towards the fire place's warmth. Maybe she was just changing to be more suspicious. Okay. Granted. But of her family?

"Hah heh!" It was other 'other' side of the family. No, everyone was in the same boat. But who made it to where they had to get in that boat in the first place?

In the place she shared with Marty, she wondered, when would the family be back together? Who was still alive?

She lifted the wine glass to eye level and watched the fireplace dance through wine's burgundy hue.