3:45am.

The town didn't seem to make much noise at this hour, allowing the occassional tap of his staff to echo off of the buildings lining the street. It might have been a point to ponder on, if his mind hadnt already been filled with other thoughts. As his sensei would have said, muddy water was clouding the clear pond.

A crashed Technocracy battleship.
The demon that seemed to have been able to hide in plain damned day from him now.
Even a vampire!

You are losing...

Garou doing something to Sue's mind in her dreams.

Hell, /SUE/. What are you doing helping a Euthanatos??

..are losing your...

And now, voices he couldnt place talking appaarently only to him, while hands he couldnt see...well, for lack of a better term, felt him up! At the rate things were falling apart around here, Bozo the Grinning Death Marauder and his Psychotic Circus would set up camp in Veteran's Park over the weekend, and the remaining legions of hell that HADN'T broken loose already, would finally get with the plan and come party.

...FOCUS!

It took closing his eyes and nearly walking into a lightpole before he settled the thoughts demanding attention. A few slow breaths and quiet had resumed, both in his ears and in his thoughts. He found himself standing at the corner in front of a two-story building, originally built for God knew what, but now harboring a small woodworker's shop, with furniture and a few ther items visible through the front windows. The stairs leading up the side to the second floor clearly stated 'Space for Rent', however.

While Bea's offer of the basement would be wonderful for himself and anyone else in the 'local club' that needed instruction, if he was going to hold classes for the unaware, it was definitely not an option. After all, Bea only had so many walls to wallpaper, and an honorable guest does not freeload. He made a note of the address and the time the woodworker was open-if he couldnt see where the path was leading him in the distance, he could at least see this far, and it was about time he did something about it, starting tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he should find Sue as well. Everyone else seemed to know her, and everyone else, except maybe Bea's husband? seemed to defer to her, so where better to start. There were a great many things to discuss, and he chided himself for not doing this before. Saruen even nudged him that direction, and he failed to see. Perhaps the muddy water was beginning to clear.

Now it was time to see what had been hiding behind it all of this time...