Michael heard tapping on glass, and started to wake up. He looked around for a second with a confused look on his face before he remembered what he was doing at the warehouse, and the guilt came crashing back down on him as he thought about Catie. He knew something bad was happening in that building, and he had some ideas of what it might be, but he didn't want to know any specifics. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looked over at Uncle Oscar before unlocking the door and letting him into the car.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Yes Uncle, you wanted to go back to the office right?"</span>When he nodded Michael turned on the car and set off, driving into the city and leaving his sister here.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><b>7:10 PM April 16, 1964<br/>
New York, New York<br/>
Offices of Angelino's International Shipping, Inc<br/>
</b><br/>The two of them pulled up to the now dark offices and Michael, just wanting to go home and get some sleep, got out and opened the door for the Don.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff99">"Is there anything else I can do for you Uncle?"</span>He was fighting to keep the exhaustion out of his voice in front of his boss, putting up a brave face even though he felt like falling into a coma for about twenty years.