Diana gave one more quick glance, before she turned around and started heading in the direction of the fire station. Her guitar case thumped against the small of her back, the coins jangling.

I wonder if he has any money. I should give him my take. Or would that also be emasculating? But where would you keep money in that outfit?

It continued on, Diana wrestling with her conscience over to best help the stranger.

Whether or not she believed she was the Cainite messiah--and she didn't--she certainly fit the role well.

She opened the door of the station, gesturing him inside. "This is the City fire station, but it's usually pretty quiet. My friend is the fire chief. His name is Jack."

And he's the father I never had.

"He's a great guy. He'd let you stay here, if you wanted to crash."