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Tommy was tired...tired of everything going around. He was beginning to feel like that horrible, mind shattering ordeal of injecting himself was completely foobar at this point. With a sigh, he sat back against the sofa in front of the television, wings wrapped about himself like a comforter as he watched "Who Framed Roger Rabbit." It was the scene where Jessica Rabbit did her song and dance for Eddy Valiant. This movie, still awesome, was kind of ruined for him due to the fact that most colors were now lost to him...and the only ones he could see were the prime colors...sadly, even those were muted.

"I hate this ******** place," the bat-man muttered out.

Tommy noticed Jacky's approach before she even opened the door. The sound of dragging footsteps was unmistakable to his radar-like ears. He didn't even bother to look all the way over in her direction when she entered. He just tilted his head to one side and let out several bursts of echolocation. The image he got back was shaped like a human...and...a dog? Ooh. Instantly, Tommy's moods lifted. He loved dogs. He gave a razor-filled grin as he saw the adorable dog snuffle about a cushion. It reminded him of his bulldog back home. He was so entranced by the aspect of messing around with a canine that he didn't even notice as Jacky plopped down near him. Tommy blinked a few times and glanced at her.

"Uh...hi there..."

The woman seemed like she was either on Valium or cracked out of her mind...though she wasn't bad looking...Stop it Tommy, you think you'll ever get anyone with the way you look? You're a goddamn blood sucking bad for Christ's sake...just give it up. He just sighed and glanced over to the dog which was snorting a hello and wagging his tail happily. Tommy couldn't help but grin and attempted to reach out with a huge wing and ruffle the dog's head. "That's a good boy," he muttered out before looking back to Jacky. Might as well try to get her to talk.

"He's yours?"

Tommy laughed despite his previous bad mood...Brewster was just the thing he needed. He smiled and wrapped his wings about the flumpy looking dog and began to rock him around a bit. He then released Brewster who was probably dizzy, and mussed the fur on his head with a wing once more. "What's your name big guy? Huh?" he asked as he peered at the dog's collar. "Brewster, huh? Cute name." His smile turned into a razor-filled grin once more before he looked back to Jacky to catch her eying him.

"Hmm?" he asked, his grin fading somewhat. "No one's told you yet? How long have you been here?"

At the reference to Pet Cemetery, Tommy couldn't help but laugh, "Nah, nah...nothing supernatural...just your average mad scientist having a hoot abducting people and turning them into animals." He nodded a few times, realizing that with how he said it...it could be construed that he was still joking.

That was a sensation he was used to by this time...sadly, due to the fur covering his entire body, he now had to groom regularly. And just a shower wouldn't due any more. So, Tommy just smiled again and happily obliged Brewster in a tummy rub. It was a bit awkward for him to do this, given the fact that he no longer had hands per-se...but he felt that his wings would do a good enough job as he gave Brewster some much needed attention. He glanced back to Jacky as he did so.

He didn't know Nicky, but it was good that she at least had an idea of what's going on. So at least a week or so...she's about due. "Sure, I suppose you could be...no one really knows what goes on in a coma patient's head. But...then again...are you the type of person who's crazy enough to dream up all of this s**t? I mean...you are talking to a very large flying rodent who may or may not have, at one point, been a cadet at the Air Force Academy...but, if that's the s**t you dream about...well, you may be better off in a coma."

Tommy cringed back from the screaming, giving out a nervous chittering noise as he unconsciously sent off wave after wave of echolocation about him. What was this lady's problem? No...no, think about it, Tommy...it's probably just now sinking in what's happening around here...let it go. The bat-man visibly calmed himself after this, but still kept his wings wrapped tight about himself as he watched Jacky try to murder a pillow...go figure.

"...feel better now?" he asked softly, looking over to Jacky with his black, inhuman eyes, while rubbing a wing over Brewster's head, hoping the fat-guy wasn't too upset with Jacky's outburst. "And for the record...I wasn't calling you crazy. I was saying you'd have to be crazy to dream up this s**t, so it must be real. Though...which is worse is up to you." In all honesty, he wasn't too worried about missing one of his favorite movies of all time...he had seen it over thirty times, and was sure to watch it another thirty before all was said and done.

Tommy was indeed spoiling the dog, not realizing he was being claimed as a piece of furniture by him. With that wrinkly face looking up at him though, he couldn't complain. Grinning he wrapped a wing about Brewster once more and gave him a full-body petting with it. He idly wondered if he could request a puppy from the labs...but then again, that probably wasn't the best of ideas. Thankfully, Tommy had eaten right before he started the movie...and he had an ample supply of blood in a dufflebag on the floor at his feet. So, the heat sensors in his nose which picked up the blood flow of the arteries in Brewster hardly even registered with the vampire bat. But he knew how he could get if he didn't eat regularly...and he gave an involuntary shudder at the thought of what happened.

The man-bat was shaken out of his thoughts by Jacky's sudden temper tantrum...something he hadn't seen since he had last been with his youngest sister back home when she didn't get her way. Just what kind of person was this? Of course...the 24k Brewster Doggy tag should have tipped him off. And then there was the comment about the half-dog sex. But...unless I'm mistaken...she's fully human...just how drunk was she? Well, maybe she's just a nympho...I dunno. He then began speculating just who it was...Jordan maybe? Ambrose...but of course, he was a wolf...Tommy mentally shrugged and just glanced over at her, wondering what to say. He supposed giving into the tantrum would just enable her further...buuuut...it's not like he's living right next to her or anything. "Goddamn, lucky b*****d," he said under his breath with a slight chuckle, "But listen...um...s**t, didn't even catch your name...I'm Tommy by the way, Tommy Christian...but yeah, the faster you get all of...this out of your system," he continued as he motioned to her with his free wing, "the better off you'll be."

Tommy, being cooped up on the island for the past year...and on a military instillation for two years before that was not one 'in the know' about things such as that. So he just nodded to the name.

The bat-man really had no idea what she was referring to. He just assumed some sort of lawsuit or divorce...it seemed to fit her profile, so he just shrugged. "Jacky...I don't know who Eugene or...they are, but...I...I really don't think you realize the gravity of the situation here. This isn't about the money you may be owed or not...this...Christ, Jacqueline, I was just like you when I got here...I was human. And...this...this will more than likely happen to you." He spread a wing out toward her for emphasis.