Much as he might want it to, he couldn't get his thoughts to stop racing.  Something's gotta be done. Gung ho idiot that he was, that one guy in the bar tonight was right. Something had to be done. He put the journal away, and got everything nice and orderly in his desk, then stood up.<br/><br/>Off to his kitchen he went, getting himself some cold-brewed coffee, all prepared up already with sweetened condensed milk. He gave it a shake, grabbed a glass, and poured himself some.  He drank it down, poured another glass, then put it back in the fridge. A snack-sized bag of salt and vinegar potato chips, and that second glass of coffee later, and he was feeling alright. A little junk food to help him relax, and the caffeine to turbo charge him.<br/><br/>He's pulled all-nighter's before. Hell, most of the time, he was pretty certain he worked better at night. Ever since that one encounter, that one special evening that changed everything in his life, he's been obsessed with the night.<br/><br/>He gets all dressed up again. Denim jeans, long-sleeved white shirt, long black socks compose the first layer he puts on. Second comes leather chaps, his biker armor jacket, helmet, gloves, and boots. The next step in preparation was making sure he still had both of his folding pocket knives (he does), and then going to get his ironwood, hardened 'sticks' (Escrima weapon, they are specifically hardened and balanced for use as a weapon). Two of them, three feet long each, in their own sheathes with straps. These are placed over his shoulders in a somewhat cliched 'X'; not out of any desire to look like some badass from a movie, but because logic dictated they be placed in such a way.<br/><br/>And let's not forget something a bit more conventional and non-melee. A six shot, .357 revolver. Maine is a lovely place, what with its relaxed gun laws and what not. The gun is holstered, and attached to his belt. It is mostly concealed by the biker armor he wears.<br/><br/>Next comes a small pack. Flashlight, glowsticks, flare gun with one flare loaded in it, a few bottles of water and energy bars, and a small basic first aid kit. Just in case he gets in trouble, or their's someone out there that needs some immediate assistance. Pays to be prepared.<br/><br/>He leaves his apartment, and locks up, before heading back down towards his bike. He's going to visit Otis tonight, see what he's up to, and maybe poke around the caves on his own.