Even with the explosion that happened right outside of the cigar shop..Didn't bring Silent from the task she had set before herself. Hell she just figured it was part of the riots that had been happening all around Italy. Rights for Lycans...Rights for the paranormal...More rights for marriage between mortal and the not mortal. Those were causes to fight for.

  Rights Silent had never paid attention to while back in the states.Always finding everyones tales of horror in Europe nothing more then over exagerated.Hell she would of perferefd a army of human first over most of these people...At least they had a point where they HAD to back off.

  Sighing she would slam the small seat on her vespa down. The Asylum was damn near breaking her so..She was stuck driving the bright red vespa around in the winter...Instead of a car..But didnt bother her much..She liked the soft ruuuummmmm of it. She would make her way up into the house and right into Memphis's little space he called his room. It smelled of him...Made her miss the bald man and his smiles.

  Setting the big pink bag on his bed she would smile.

 "Hope you like this."

 And away she went. Leaving that big pink glittering bag on his bed.Inside the bag would be the cigars that she picked up at the cigar shop and a big thing of margerita mix..She didnt know why she got it...But she couldnt help it. Blame it on the lack of good bartenders in Rome. A small letter laid inside.

  Memphis,

 Hope these can bring a little bit of happiness..Even if its just a moment.We love you And i think we should go do something together soon. Maybe you can come out to the Asylum. Break down some walls...It helps.
 
Silent