With a wicked smile, he crouched behind a car, watching the bouncing Fool.  For a long moment, he stood, undecided. If he was smart, he'd walk away, use this chance to put some distance between himself and the Fool. His ego, however, had major objections to that plan... He remained where he was for a long moment, then finally growled and slunk farther into the shadows before moving off between two buildings.<br/><br/>Moving as quickly as he could, he took random turns, deliberately weaving a confusing route through the city for a short while. A large box truck marked with a large logo rattled past and he hopped from the curb, grabbing hold of the back door and standing on the rear step. He rode the truck for a few minutes, then hopped back to the curb when it came to a stop. Looking around he saw the truck was even now moving past a stop sign, crossing a narrow intersection. Deciding this was as good a place as any, he picked a direction and followed it. The street led into a run-down residential area. The houses here were tiny, dirty, and seemed to have all seen many years since they were last cared for. He selected the one that looked the most abandoned. The doors were locked, so he went around to the back, broke a window near the door, and opened it.<br/><br/>His head was pounding, his knee throbbed, and he felt woozy from lack of food. He'd have to go scrounge something to eat soon. The house was nearly empty as he entered, save a few discarded, half-empty cardboard boxes, broken furniture here and there, and a pile of garbage, mostly paper.<br/><br/>After searching the house for potential vulnerabilities, he did his best to lock up, covered the broken window, and lay down on the floor in the dusty old sitting room. He had no sooner done so than he was drifting off into a heavy, dreamless sleep.