I had been in Port Charles for what seemed like forever. The work on my club was coming along but that horrid epidemic had slowed them down a bit. And now apparently a few of the people I had met had passed away from it. It was a not a good thing.
I tightened my fur around me and looked up the street. It was still early and I was unsure of what the day would bring. I was still living in the Metro Court as I had not been able to finalize any type of deal on more permanent living quarters. I did not see much of Jax these days. Apparently he was kept occupied by his newborn son, John.
It was cold and I needed warmth. I was headed to Kelly's for a cup of coffee when I bumped into a dark brooding man on the dock. This time, it was not Sonny Corinthos.
"Hello," I greeted him, trying to sound cheery. "You look a bit lost."
"It seems I always am," he grumpily responded, not even bothering to look at me.
"Well, perhaps I can help. Mia Thyme," I introduced myself, offering my hand.
"Nikolas Cassadine," he offered, barely shaking my hand before releasing it.
"Ah, if you are of The Cassadine's that in itself explains your dark mood."
"I am. Now go."