Tank nodded to the guard posted outside of the door to the basement. It had been more than a few days since he had last been here. Hopefully, those inside would be more willing to answer his questions.
"Good morning," he called out, his voice echoing around the empty. "Did you have a good vacation away from me?"
Last night he could have sworn that he had a dream about Hattie, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what it was. However, he knew that wherever she was, she was alive and able to see. That was enough for one of the many stones on his shoulders to lift.
In fact, he was so happy it took him a while to place that particular smell. "Ooh, when did Antoine pass away?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he stopped in front of the hanging male.
