"It feels pretty lonely," Mob remarked. Many of the things he said aloud were direct almost to a fault, or would have been thought as weird to a normal person. This probably fell in the latter category, but Mob wasn't at all worried about being judged for it. This was his Master, after all and he was anything but normal. "I thought it might be scary, but it feels sad."

Mob reached out with his psychic powers, trying to penetrate the field of emotion he felt beyond it. It pierced through and was struck with a wave of anger as

"And angry," he added. "That's kind of strange, isn't it? Usually the sadness is buried beneath the anger. I don't think I've ever felt it the other way around."

Mob may not have the slighest clue about the emotions of other humans. Spirits were always easier for him to read.