So, there was something deeply more unnerving about being home...and finding it had moved on.

And there wasn't any other term for the sad state Grand Central was in. Being up on the upper levels made his heart ache...and probably wasn't too great if we wanted to keep it beating either, so he had headed down here to see how far he could get.

Except he wasn't alone. Stopping, he listened carefully, finger itching. He had managed to score a knife, and it was doing him just fine so far. He wasn't going to lose that streak.

((OOC-I don't play Eddie here but I mod here and just spazzed out all over))