He was up early, unable to sleep for the first time in a long while. He was pretty sure he slept better while sprawled out on a park bench; it was different being back among those who loved him. Who cared enough that he was around. Those were the thoughts that were running through his mind as he shoved his hands in the pockets of a jacket he'd stolen from his brother's closet. He needed to get a new wardrobe; all of his clothing was summer ones, not suited to snow or colder climates.

Across his shoulder was a messenger bag, crossed over his chest protectively. It was the one thing that had survived the trip with him and contained memories from his travels. He was probably one of the few without a cell phone, preferring to stay off grid and not deal with electronics; he'd had practice with that.

His thoughts strayed to his time away, he come into the City long enough to spout off excuses to his brother and then skipped town for a year. He'd needed to try and figure out who he was as an individual, he'd picked a hell of a time to 'find himself' and he couldn't even do that correctly. His delinquent behavior traveled with him, car thefts and shoplifted items. He worked in garages for money while he searched for any information on his mother or her family.

He'd turned up a single word and a location. It led him back here where he was going to stay. Dawn was his favorite time of the day; he loved watching the sun bring out the colors around him. In this case it was the pristine whiteness of the snow that he disturbed by trudging through it to the base of the tree. The branches reached wide enough to create dry ground beneath if only it weren't so cold.

Ignoring the chill seeping through his pants he dropped to the ground and pulled out his sketchbook, he really wanted to paint it but it was too cold for that, he'd never get it done. Instead, he drew out the bare branches of the trees, sketching it in chilling detail like that one movie he had seen when he was young, the one with the skeleton and Christmas. He didn't remember the name of it. Finally he pulled out some colored pencils to bring the sunshine in, the only spot of color in the entire piece. It was quick, precise and he lost himself to it.

A branch broke overhead and he almost didn't acknowledge it but something in him whispered at him to do so. He tilted his head back, his eyes traveling up the trunk to the bare branches. He stared into a pair of violet eyes and he yelped, tilting over to the side in shock. "Shit.." He muttered, careful to keep the pages in his hands dry.

He licked his lips, pulling the bottom one in so he could chew on it while he thought. It lasted minutes, seconds even, before he stared at the cat. "Uh...nice kitty?" He calls out, snorting at his antics because this big cat was definitely not Church. But he wasn't about to sit back under the tree with such a large creature over his head.