Jasaiah swallowed back his guilt. Now wasn't the time nor the place to feel bad for something he couldn't change. He needed to find Drake. Well, actually, finding him wasn't an issue. It was getting him back to himself. "It is very bad. He has gone into a mercenary state where he is all business. Very...focused." He shook his head, then realized that Ryan couldn't see it. "I can travel quicker than you. If it is all the same I would like to meet up with you. I agree that once we find him people who are more familiar might help bring him back." It irritated him that he wasn't enough, but what they had was so new, and Ryan and Drake had known each other for years.<br/><br/>Friends sometimes were a lot better than lovers, and he didn't divulge too much information yet. Once he got Ryan's location, he said, "Meet me at Jerry's as quickly as you can. I need to grab some things before we meet but it will not take me long." Not leaving room for Ryan to ask questions, he ended the call quickly. He had no doubt the angel would be able to handle it. Packing what little they had, he cleaned up the hotel using his speed, then returned to Seattle for a brief moment. He gathered several magical items in a bag, as well as several journals and recording devices.<br/><br/>The whole process would only take about thirty minutes, from the time it took to travel to buying the supplies he needed. With how old he was he knew where most things were. Jasaiah was soon sitting in Jerry's in Chicago, which was about twenty minutes out from the hotel. He wasn't actively trying to track Drake, not right now. He had changed into more human clothing, more for the purpose of blending in than anything. No, he didn't like it, but he would do anything to get Drake back. He was writing down everything that had transpired as he waited for Ryan.