<div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Outside Tristyn's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Group at Tristyn's<br/><br/><br/>Michael was startled as the keys hit his hip and fell to the floor with a jingle, turning in Elizabeth's direction with an expression of shock. Partially, he was surprised she was upset, but he was mostly surprised he hadn't seen the blow coming. In an effort to protect himself, he had pulled so far from the visions something he should have seen, escaped him. Of course, he still wasn't quite sure what had happened. Not having much more than a very sarcastic humor and not having learned enough social skills to curb his words, Michael had to resort to searching with his Gift to figure out what had happened.<br/><br/>Wincing, Michael murmured to Billy,<strong>"I think I did that."</strong>As much as he wanted to, he couldn't go after Elizabeth and apologize. She had shown him he needed, despite his fear and weakness, to<em>look</em>and see what they needed to do. Leaning on the others in the group to get him through this mess would be too easy, avoiding the pain was too easy. Michael had come here because they were strong, now he had to learn from that. When - if-Elizabeth and Vivian returned, he would apologize. Right now, what he needed to do was watch the webs.<br/><br/>Shutting his eyes, he first looked to see if they were safe here and they appeared to be, mostly. Briefly, his head swiveled in Dean's direction far down the street, then back to where the others were unloading supplies from Tristyn's house. More choices threatened to sweep him towards the blackness, but he forced himself to turn away and search the corner of light that he - no,<em>they</em>- had created and expanded. More bloody tears tracked their way down his cheeks, but he kept looking.<br/><br/><strong>"We need to do what Vivian suggested and find a truck or a bus or an RV and supplies, lots of them,"</strong>Michael said suddenly to Billy, having been quiet for some time. He didn't know if anyone else was nearby, but was confident that the former class president would at the least hear him. If he got side tracked, or stuck, someone would know what he saw.<strong>"We can't stay in Dallas longer than tonight at Jack's, but we need to stay the night and get supplies."</strong>Lightly he licked his dried lips.<strong>"The people who go for supplies need to go back north, to Cabela's. There's someone there we need and who needs us and the store will have everything, <em>everything</em> we need. Then...if there's time, we can get Tristyn's friend and...maybe...someone else."</strong><br/><br/>Wincing again, Michael opened his eyes and brought a hand to his face, then sighed at the dampness he found there,<strong>"But right now I just need a paper towel."</strong>