Edward casually walked down the empty street, hands in his pockets and in no rush. His mind, however, was spinning like a steroid pumping hamster on a wheel, as he tried to make sense of his current dilemna.<br/>"Have a great night, and welcome, again, to Ivy City." that damn voice recited.<br/>"Oh yeah, great night." Edward said sarcastically to no one in particular. "Moon's out, there's a calm breeze wafting the gentle aroma of rust and asphalt, and I have no fucking idea where I am!" He threw a wild kick at a nearby dumpster, denting it's side, and jamming his foot. He angrily yanked his foot free, taking a moment to curse out the dumpster until he was sure it had a thorough understanding of how he felt. Turning back towards the street, he continued his walk, the throbbing pain in his shin numbed by stubborn, bitter rage.<br/>"Why do I always end up knee deep in some deep shit?" he lamented. "I mean, it' not as if-"<br/>He stopped suddenly, hearing a distant, muffled collection of sounds. Shutting his eyes, he listened intently. It could be... something. Anything. But a noise was more than he'd heard since he'd woken. He opened his eyes and turned in the general direction of the source. Just another line of storefronts. Hold on, a large marquee in front of one stood out in the dark, empty city. The Fort. It looked like a bar. Edward turned and headed down the street towards the sign. Maybe there was someone there who had more than the vague understanding of this place he had. If not, he might be lucky enough to find a nice lager to lighten the mood.<br/>As Edward walked over to the entrance and reached for the knob, his mind suddenly locked, his thought processes coming to a screeching halt. Suddenly he couldn't even approach the mere thought of opening that door, let alone stepping inside.<br/>"Shit." he muttered, stepping away and letting the feeling flush out of him. This was someone's home. He turned and leaned his ear flat against the wall, covering his other ear, and giving the wall a solid knock. The sound sent a wave running across the side of the building and into it's depths. In his mind's eye, Edward could see the front of the bar in varying detail. He could see there was a faint heartbeat in an area that could have been a kitchen or a pantry, three heartbeats and an angry voice above, and the sound of a gun being cocked. Edward frowned with concentration but couldn't make out what was being said. He turned with a sigh and leaned against the wall.<br/>"I hate waiting." he said contemptuously. But, there was nothing to be done. It was either wait or wander, and quite frankly, Edward couldn't decide which he hated more.