<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 rubbed his temples, trying to block out the pain of his headache and shut his eyes tightly.<strong>"He's not attacking us any more, he's run off,"</strong>the blonde said to both Billy and Jack, but was quickly assuming that no one was listening.<br/><br/>Tristyn's return made him flinch and he glanced in the soldier's son's direction and felt a blush on his cheeks. Okay, so he'd been very wrong about what Dean was going to do, but running hadn't seemed like something the man would do. It had been a path, sure, but he'd learned only a few months ago that when the paths scattered like that there was no way for him to know the outcome. Probability just didn't figure into the equation. Vaguely he heard Elizabeth and Vivian move closer together and slightly off to the side, he assumed for mutual comfort against the same feelings he was having.<br/><br/>Someone took his glasses from his face and Michael went still, looking towards Madelyn as she started speaking. Taking a breath, he relented, steering her down the paths, but feeling them slip away before he could see but a few seconds. They went to her, all the choices and options; good, bad and horrible. When he thought she couldn't see any more, he made it stop and took a deep breath as his<em>sight</em>came back.<br/><br/>Taking her hand, he squeezed and asked quietly,<strong>"Do you understand?"</strong>