<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/>The request for a napkin had barely left Michael's lips when Jack put one into his hand.<strong>"Huh,"</strong>he mumbled, surprised and pleased at the same time. Cleaning the blood from his face and hoping he wasn't about to get a migraine, he answers Jack with,<strong>"I hope not."</strong>If Madelyn could do it, he thought it would be best, but he would try as well if she failed.<br/><br/>Focusing again, he tries to resolve the pharmacy suggestion and how best to deal with that. There was a hospital near Cabela's, but...the people there weren't all asleep and sending the group in was risky, not to mention downright cruel. They couldn't help there, but the<em>need</em>to help would be strong in some. He was still searching for an answer when Chrissa spotted the car and Billy asked him a question.<br/><br/>Again, Michael's face turns towards Dean and he sighs softly,<strong>"He hasn't made the choice yet to be either. There's...he's part of the light and he's part of the darkness and his pathways go in and out of both. I can't know anything true until he makes his choices."</strong><br/><br/>Shaking his head, the blind man stands and makes his way to the garage, running his fingers over the hood of the car there. For a moment, he took refuge from the shifting future in the past. The car had a good history, if tragic at the end. Glancing at Tristyn, he then taps the car hood.<strong>"We're going to need the passenger space and trunk room for a little while. Can you give the keys to Madelyn to bring it with us? She's run out of space to sit and you're still riding shotgun. Or...does it not run yet?"</strong>