<div style="text-align: center"><b>Elias Jones / Some street in Winter Haven / Tagging Darwin Cane</b><br/>​</div>Elias was still groggy from his nap on the bus, the feeling similar to that of jet leg after you've left the plane. He had always had a very keen sense of sight but at this moment  it was like his mind was refusing to focus on absolutely any of the words that were in front of him. He couldn't even read the names of the businesses that lined the street by the bus stop, let alone see what street he was even on. He had felt the presence of another person near him, feeling the eyes on him before he heard the words that were spoken. It was asking if he was lost. That was an understatement. A hand reached into his pocket, hitting a button on the screen that successfully stopped the music blaring through the headphones. With a deep breath he turned to face the man that had spoke to him. A smile forming on his face as he nodded and laughed slightly.<br/><br/>"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am." His English was good but the German accent was something that would never leave him as long as he lived. Looking at his bus ticket wouldn't have helped him either. He had actually missed his real stop a good two hundred miles ago, sleeping through it. Blue eyes searched the man in front of him, there was something nagging in the back of his head that they were both somehow out of place but in the same way. His eyes landed on the backpack, telling Elias that maybe this man was new to the area too.<br/><br/>"Johnny." He said briefly, hand extending out in the common gesture of a shake. He never told anyone his real name, unless it managed to slip out in the heat of a drunken night. He would never admit his guilt but he had committed a crime or five in his travels in this country and wasn't keen on letting anyone get the chance to find that out.<br/><br/>"You from around here?"<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Vincent and Kramsher / A block away from the abandoned building/ Tagging Rizel</b><br/>​</div>Vincent stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a familiar voice bouncing around inside of his head. It had been such a long time since he had heard from any other celestial that he thought he had been excommunicated for his erratic behavior. Yet here they were, proving his theory wrong. His eyes glanced at Kramsher, now lighting atop of a lamp post a few feet away from him. There was something that was telling him not to respond but at the same time it was pointless. She would know along the lines of what he was thinking before he could even conjure the thought himself.<br/><br/>"I must be dead." Vincent joked, moving closer to a building near him, leaning against its edge as he pulled the smashed pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket and lit one up. "What gives me the pleasure of hearing from you? Today of all days." Of course there really wasn't any significance to the day that he was aware of. To be honest it was quite the miracle that the celestial hadn't completely lost his mind.<br/><br/>Just then, sirens assaulted the air around him, his ear drums ringing as the fire trucks sped past. Someone had seen the abandoned building that they had left was on fire and called for help.<i>Great. </i>The thought was barely completed in his mind when he felt a sort of glitch in himself. The end of his cigarette going out as it fell from his mouth in slow motion. This was something he didn't have control of anymore, like a glitch in the matrix. He was forced backwards through time but only by a few moments. Rizel's words echoed once again through his mind.<br/><br/>A dull pain formed in his temples as he fought with the pack of cigarettes once again. Frustrated that he had been denied his nicotine by his own problems. Vincent's small outburst had affected Kramsher too, the bird falling from the lamp post and his human body hitting the sidewalk with a loud thud.<br/><br/>"Oh, baby." Kramsher groaned, addressing his master as he rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself up from the ground. "Baby boo, I think I broke something."<br/><br/>"Speak your business quickly, Rizel." His nerves were completely fried as the firetrucks sped past once again, this time he was able to tune the sirens out of his mind.