Johnny kept up his vigil for another hour or so after the whole debacle that he experienced with Dusk and Saint. He let the cold air of the night clear his head. The edge of rooftop after rooftop collided with his feet as he made his way around the city. He couldn't believe how dead it was. Absolutely nothing was going on and it scared him a bit. The knowledge of some big baddie nagged at the back of his mind and made him agitated and nervous. Was he just around the corner? Or was he going to show up in another hour or so? Whatever the answer that the universe was going to provide he knew that it was out of his hands for now since he had absolutely nothing to go on. He made his way through the city and as he reached a particular apartment complex on the corner he went fully intangible and slipped through the roof of the building and slid down several stories to wind up in a small corner apartment. He disengaged his powers and began to pull the costume off of his body and changed into some normal clothes tossing the costume into a secret compartment in the closet. He ran his hands through his hair and made his way over to the bedroom. He yawned hard as the length of his rounds seemed to have finally caught up with him. He moved to his bed and stared at the side wall. A blown up poster of a newspaper clipping from earlier in his career. He smiled as he saw the three forms on the poster. Those were the days, simpler and full of mentors and action. He let the smile encompass him and he drifted off to sleep.