<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/tumblr_mns0q16zUc1r3cfogo1_500_zpsdafa7cc0.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Name</span></strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Pulse</span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1109631)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong>:</td><td>Boston, MA -- The Flophouse </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Date/Time</strong>:</td><td>Saturday, 7:00 AM</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong>:</td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Wearing</strong>:</td><td>Black Slacks, Blue t-shirt, Leather Jacket; Steel dowsing ring</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Pulse stayed in the doorway, looking around behind him to ensure nobody else walked by, while giving the room a cursory glance over. He skimmed the room with his Mage Sight on, scanning for any evidence of the Supernal. He could have tried to comb the room for clues, but Ronia's magic, combined with the information we already had, would do wonders more than any idle clues. Once she was done, he glanced at his phone, getting the text about the police just as he saw the car starting to pull in. He looked up at Ronia, "We should get going..." He jerked his head towards the door, making his way out. Once Ronia left, he stuck the room key in the lock, and made a quick effort of wiping his prints off the handle and the key.<br/><br/>Once Ronia shared what she had seen, he lead the pair into the parking lot, "Maybe try that again out here... aim for right when you saw him leave the room. Maybe we can get an idea on the make and model of Donnie's car -- a license plate would work even better. We could maybe track her from there."