The biggest concern he had was finding his long lost adoptive brother. If he barely knew how to read or write, how was he going to find this man? It wasn’t as if he was popular. No..wait, was he? Maybe Theodore did gain in popularity. Maybe he was some big shot CEO at a pharmaceutical company? Maybe he was a nobody working a nine to five job at some gas station in the middle of no where? As far as Michael knew, Theodore could very well be dead or halfway across the world.<br/><br/>Wandering the streets, Michael took a seat on a cold stone set is stairs and contemplated his next move. It would take a while to find him at this rate. Michael didn’t have any method of transportation nor a way to afford to travel. He didn’t even have any money to eat or sleep somewhere warm.<br/><br/>Pulling his knees up to his chest, Michael rested his head on his folded arms and sighed. Maybe he should just forget about Theodore? Maybe he should focus on taking his life back first, and then find the man?<br/><br/>Feeling a tap on his shoulder, Michael jumped and nearly threw a right hook at the woman standing before him. She was a petite woman; older, and dressed in a lovely metallic green coat with a fur lined collar and hoodie. It looked warm. Much warmer than the torn and frayed t-shirt and pants he had on. “Ma’am?” He raised an eyebrow; wondering what she needed.<br/><br/>“I don’t mean to bother you, I was just trying to get to my apartment.” She pointed to the stairs that he was sitting on. She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before Michael had jumped up from the stairs to move out of her way.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get in your way. I’ll, uh...” Michael trailed off; motioning with his thumb in the opposite direction to show that he was going to leave. “Yeah...sorry, again.” Michael turned around and began walking away.<br/><br/>“Did you need something, kiddo?” She called before he was able to get out of hearing range. Michael slowed down; part of him wanting to ask about his brother, but another part of him knew it would be pointless. Why would she know? Still, he had to ask anyway.<br/><br/>“Would you know how to find someone?” Rubbing the back of his neck, Michael turned around and watched as she stood by the stairs; keys in hand and ready to get inside and out of the cold.<br/><br/>The woman chuckled. “Depends on who you’re looking for. Is it a relative or friend?”<br/><br/>Michael pursed his lips. “Relative. His name is Theodore Danvers. I’m his...brother.” Granted, he left out the adopted part, but it shouldn’t matter. Either she knew how to find someone or she didn’t.<br/><br/>“Did you lose him at a bar?” She mused; judging based on his outfit. “What’s his address? I can let you borrow my phone if you need to call him.” She offered.<br/><br/>“I...I really don’t know much about him. Is there anyway I can find his name in a book or newspaper?” This was a complete waste of time. “I just need to find out where he lives. I haven’t seen him since I was a kid. Please?”<br/><br/>The woman frowned; clearly confused, but willing to help regardless. “You can go to the library and look him up on the web. Or you can look at his birth records in the city hall. I wouldn’t know where he lives, but those are your best bets.” She informed.<br/><br/>Michael lit up. “Thank you!” Of course, he didn’t know where the city hall or library was. “How would I get to the library?”<br/><br/>“It’s a few blocks down Beach street, right across from the bus station. Should take about thirty minutes by foot.”<br/><br/>“Thank you again, ma’am. I appreciate it.” Michael gave her a slight, polite bow before turning around and taking off in a hurried pace. The library. That was a start. He could look Theo up on the web. The web...people communicated with spiderwebs? What kind of freaky telepathic communication was that?