Allen had been out on the streets, his mind telling him that something was wrong, that the storm was a bad omen.  He had wondered for a while what to do, then remembered that he had a friend - Antonio Moroni - who was plugged into these sort of things.  That became his new mission.  Find Antonio.  In his car, he took off.<br/><br/>He ended up, strangely enough, at a place<em>called</em>Antonio's.  He'd never heard of it before, but decided to check it out.  Maybe God was at work again, here.  Stuff life this had happened before.  Picking up the sword he kept in his backseat (because you never knew when a bloodsucking bat demon from Hell was going to try and rip your face off), he put it over his shoulder, and headed inside.