((This is a scene after the rescue of Martyr from the clutches of May. Still waiting for Renna's computer to come back up so we can finish the scene and it will be up as soon as possible.))
The house was left as empty as that nurse's office. Max, had been tucked into bed. The bouncing baby girl, not understanding the entirety of the situation, but still growing more restless by each moment in Martyr's absence. It was hard to get her to sleep at night, even harder to keep the little thing asleep. Still, with the stuffed bear at her side, clutched in a single arm, and Ulysses snoring just inside her door, the little thing was able to catch some sleep.
Just outside the place, Martyr walked up the path. She'd been battered, tired, and still had a bullet lodged in a lung, which left for a nice wheezing sound coming from her rapidly breathing lung. Her clothes were covered in blood, and her hand was still tingling from reconstructing itself from only the bone and flesh from her rangy wrist. Violet eyes, more wide than ever scanned around almost frantically. "Oh, V-val... M-max... P-please still b-be there..." Her voice as hoarse as ever as she limped her way up the trail that seemed to go on forever.
Ulysses' ears perked, a glance was pointed back toward Max, and then another toward the door. Soon, the maturing furball was padding his way carefully from the room, making sure that his collar wasn't making too much noise. Then, sitting by the front door, the dog whined loudly.