[ Matt has thought, for the last couple of days, that someone was following him. It wasn't something he could pin down and try to maneuver in order to find out who was tailing him. Hell, it wasn't even obvious enough for anyone else to mention it to a blind man, so they must have been damn good.

He gets that feeling again today while he's out exploring, not quite ready to ask if anyone here will accompany him, but it's a good thought. He could use it. Gauge the area. Gauge the people, too. Here, though, is one person he doesn't have to gauge.

He knows her, maybe even better than he knows himself. The last time he'd been next to her he'd been clutching her hand while murmuring The Lord's Prayer softly, praying with everything he had that he wouldn't lose her. To hear her now, she sounds like---none of that has happened. Or at least she's gotten better. ]

Guess I'll have to surprise you then. I had no idea it was you, just someone.

[ If there's anyone in this place that he can be honest with: it's Elektra. He stands, posture loose and inviting. It's incredible how easily she's found her way back into his space. Into his life. He should be upset and he isn't. ]

Also, I think I've been adopted by---this whatever it is.