<tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Micheal Summers ~ Trying to make sense of everything, while heading to Otis's<br/></em></tt><br/><br/>Micheal wanted to help Sam, but he didn't have time and it seemed like she was fine. So he had to make his next move, and judging from the sounds Otis was headed back to his farmstead, and so was he. He knew he had to talk to the crazy old man, who wouldn't make sense to anyone if they didn't know about what went bump in the night. Making his way down the sidewalk Micheal made it back to his T-Bird and roared the engine to life, its loud roar was masked by the rain, and as it sat idle it turn in to a soft purr. Turning on the lights and then the windshield wipers, Micheal closed his eyes and took a long breath inhaling strongly, and exhaling softly.<em>Just like that I lose more people in my life</em>, he thought before he opened his eyes, and a certain rage took over him, but he looked so calm. Moving his hand down to the stick shift Micheal shifted the gear in to the first gear stepping on the gas the tires began to sling water all over, as they gained traction and sped off down the road.<br/><br/>The trip wasn't long but it wasn't short either. His eyes darted all around the area to make sure his trip wouldn't have to detour. Though he almost killed himself not realizing he had drifted in to on coming traffic more than once. It was a good thing that in the open road no one really traveled during the rain. If there was someone driving it would be the only car you had seen for a very long time. Micheal didn't even care about his speed which was above sixty. The rained continued to poor, but it didn't stop Micheal he was determined to make it to Otis' house and figure out what the hell had just happened.<br/><br/>Pulling up to the Farmstead Micheal tried to slow his car, but the mud was a hassle after how much rain it had gotten. His car slid towards the house, and Micheal had no control over it. He watched as the lost its direction, and he was now aiming at the house. He tried to judge the projectory, but there was no way of telling the outcome. The car began to slow just as it slid past Otis's truck, and finally came to a stop as it reached the small porch. Micheal shut the T-Bird down and exited the car quickly, flying up the small steps he didn't have time to knock, and he was sure Otis wouldn't give a damn. Closing the door behind him he heard the rustling sounds of guns being moved. "Otis!" Micheal's voice boomed through the small hallways, and he could only hear that rustling sound again.<br/><br/>Walking down the hall towards the living room Micheal could tell that the old man, was just as hysteric as he was Micheal just didn't show it. "Otis stop for a minute, we need a beer and we need to talk about what the hell just happened. If anything tried to get to us tonight, then I'll deal with it when the time comes." Micheal walked to the kitchen, and opened the fridge grabbing them a beer for each then sat back in a chair. He let Otis finish because there was no controlling him, and it was safer to let him be him. After several minutes Otis had returned to the kitchen and grabbed his beer sitting across from Micheal he unscrewed the top, and they drank in unison. "A werewolf, roaches, a vampire, shit I've never seen before. What the fuck was all that?" Micheal looked to Otis for his answer, but hell not even Otis knew all the answers.<br/>