<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>: Elizabeth's Volvo<br/><strong>Travel From</strong>: High School Parking Lot<br/><strong>Travel To</strong>: Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Vivian, and Elizabeth<br/><br/>Michael squirmed in his seat as Elizabeth mentioned Mr. Golden and turned his face towards the window, a leftover gesture from the days when he still had sight. What he had said had been intentioned to sound like the cheerleader's favorite teacher to get her to pay more heed to his words than he thought she would otherwise. The deception, however, made him uncomfortable and was why he usually deflected uncomfortable questions instead of making up stories. There were lifetimes in his head, but he still had the guilty conscience of a ten year old.<br/><br/><strong>"Tristyn needs to get some supplies,"</strong>Michael answered, moving his hand to brush Billy's in acknowledgement of the thanks offered.<strong>"Then we will be staying at Jack's tonight. It will be-"</strong>The blonde inhaled sharply as a sudden wave pain and sensation washed over him. Normally it didn't affect him so strongly, or at least it didn't any more, but there had been<em>so many</em>changes today it was beginning to overwhelm him.<br/><br/>Silent now, Michael was oblivious to his surroundings and the single bloody tear tracing it's way down his cheek. He watched as single choice blackened and darkened strands on the web of choices that lead to the home in California. A young man named Brian had chosen to leave the apartment that he rented next to Jack's. He wouldn't return until after they had left and so wouldn't be joining them. The darkness grew stronger and he had to fight his way back to the present, to push away the changing future. It left him gasping, head bowed in his hands, but he did it.<br/><br/><em>I need to rest, but I can't yet.</em><br/><br/><strong>"S-sorry,"</strong>Michael stuttered, not certain how long he had been gone for, though it had only been a few moments.<strong>"What was I saying?"</strong>