It was easy to follow Theodore to the park; even easy keeping up with him as he fell into a brisk walk. However, when the other began jogging was when his job proved difficult. Michael tried to keep up, but with his lack of muscle, body mass, or calories to burn the energy needed to keep up with this man, he merely fell behind and began wheezing. Michael had been forced to slow down and stop; walking over to a nearby  bench and taking a seat. If he couldn't keep up with Theodore jogging, then how was he expected to catch and kill this man?<br/><br/>As he sat on the bench, Michael put his face in his hands and muttered curses to himself. Sure...he knew were Theodore lived and could return when he was in better health, but Michael wanted to get it over with. What if he didn't get better? What if he died before exacting his revenge? Perhaps all hope was not lost. Maybe Michael just needed to look into more impersonal ways to kill this man. It wouldn't be as satisfying, but it got the deed done. A house fire might work. He would have to make sure Theodore was asleep, though, before setting the place ablaze.<br/><br/>Lifting his head from his hands, Michael sighed softly. He just wanted to go back. Not to his captors, but back to before shit had hit the fan. He missed their parents, missed having a brother that cared about him. He had everything back then. A family, a home, warm meals and a warm place to sleep. He even had a pet, but now? Now Michael had nothing.<br/><br/>He watched as Theodore disappeared out of sight; biting the bottom of his lip in thought. Until he could figure out a proper plan, he adjusted himself so he was laying down on the bench. No sense in wasting a perfectly good opportunity to take a nap; especially since he had spent all night scoping out Theo's house instead of sleeping like he should have been.