Rain dramatically showering the city of Paris. It is not heavy nor light, but raindrops are creating a calm atmosphere through the night of Paris.
Back to the Montfort mansion are faces with such expressions: there is awe, and there are full of wonder. And Quinn, seated quietly on the corner while eyes are closing. His forehead rested on his hand, clasping together, then let Levi explain things further he'd understand.
'Cassandra...' his heart throbbed. He was too worried if what was happening to her now: whether if she was safe, if she was in good hands, or if she was okay.
Hell. He will go to hell just to find her. Until they don't come up with a better idea and get an answer to their questions, there is no way they can conclude what they must do to find her.
