<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 Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Billy, Chrissa, Madelyn, Jack, Elizabeth, Vivian, Thomas<br/><br/>Michael held tight to Madelyn's hand as the girl fell into the vision. It didn't matter that he hadn't been understood any more, or that he had failed to explain what he saw, what mattered was if she understood and if she could help them. Briefly he glanced at Jack, sunglasses no longer hiding his shattered gaze. The man didn't trust him and Michael understood that, but even if Madelyn understood,<em>he</em>had to come to an understanding with Jack. No one else could do that for him.<br/><br/>Before he could say anything, however, Tristyn and Elena returned to report on the vehicles.<strong>"We won't die if we make it to California,"</strong>Michael answered Tristyn.<strong>"There's hope there and a cure, but there are plenty of ways we don't make it. Some of you die, some of us endure things worse if we fail. We're already starting poorly because we don't trust each other." </strong><br/><br/>The blonde's fractured gaze lingered on Jack, then went to Chrissa and Elizabeth and Vivian; it was piercing, despite his lack of actual sight. The last two, he looked away from quickly as they continued to stand away from the others, talking softly. They had lost them already and there was nothing anyone could do to make them stay. What would happen to them, he didn't want to linger over.<br/><br/>Then Madelyn collapsed and he slid out of his chair to kneel next to her, help her back up and into a chair as she spoke. Immediately he smiled. That was it exactly; they had to go and didn't have time for chasing after Dean. Knowing how awful the visions could be at first, Michael started to follow her into the living room, then turned back to get the coffee she would want - no matter how much it hurt his head to<em>see</em>well enough to do so.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes and no,"</strong>he answered her.<strong>"Sometimes it's worse, sometimes it's easier. What you saw is harder because of all the choices that could be made. It's like a maze you can get lost in...and the violence makes it worse."</strong><br/><br/>As Michael brewed the coffee and got a cup as well as the requested cream and sugar, he listened to the others and felt the brief surge of elation at being understood wan. The supplies were something everyone agreed on, but no one mentioned the lives that they could save. The people. Glancing at Elizabeth and Vivian, he winced again, then took the coffee to Madelyn. His hands shook slightly as he pressed it into hers before slumping against the back of the couch. This, plus the pounding, throbbing pain that was only growing in his head, was too much. Even if they needed him to be more, he couldn't do it.<br/><br/><strong>"Cabela's,"</strong>Michael repeated,<strong>"There's more than just supplies, not to mention more supplies than you have Thomas. Water purification tablets - you don't have enough for all of us - winter clothes, tents for the whole group, tarps, hunting supplies....And we can <em>help</em> people. There aren't many people we can, but if we do this, we can't wait any longer. You need to leave now, or don't bother because you'll be too late. They'll be dead. Well, you can still get the supplies."</strong><br/><br/>The blonde shut his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch.<strong>"I can't choose for you. I can only tell you, like before, that your path is to take a life or save one. I hope you don't choose the darkness again."</strong>