The winds blew softly, and yet it brought a rather chilly winter feel with it. From the penthouse on top of SCC, Noah could see the most of North End and even a few more parts of Boston. He was leaning on the railing, unafraid of the fall if he lost his balance. Right now, Allan was standing next to him. They both left the three with their drinks as they decided to have a private talk in the open penthouse.
"I heard you're planning to dive into the Pandemonium again." Allan was the first one to speak, reminding Noah what they came there for. "The last time was more or less a success, wasn't it?"
"I don't know for sure, but I did get something out of it." Noah stepped away from the railing, but his hand was still on it. "Why didn't you tell me my mother was Daiquiri? Why didn't you tell me things that could have reminded me of you and everything else? What's the use of hiding them?"
