**Palette Town**<br/><br/>((I'll play Gary until someone else decides to take him))<br/><br/>As if on cue, the bus ground to a slow halt, gently jostling the passengers forward and back again. At once the people at the front of the bus stood up and began filing out in order of their seats. Micah made sure he had everything he'd come with, and then he stood up to wait his turn. In the crowded area, having to crouch low to avoid hitting his head on the low overhead panels was bothersome, but he gripped a metal hand rail to support himself until the aisle was clear enough to slip into.<br/><br/>Soon enough, they were off the bus, stepping into the warm sunlight.<br/><br/>Micah shielded his eyes and held up his other hand to wave.<br/><br/>"Hey Dad!"<br/><br/>Almost immediately, the other man looked over, and he came through the crowd calmly, a slightly cocky grin on his face.<br/><br/>"Well look who decided to bless us with his presence. I hope you remembered that I don't take credit cards or checks. Cash only."<br/><br/>Micah and his dad exchanged a brief hug, then the man looked at Renna. "And you brought a friend. This one looks much more real than the last one. Even the hair looks real."<br/><br/>Micah glared. Though he usually found his father's sense of humor amusing, he didn't approve with guests. "This is Rayne. She's a trainer and, for the moment, my maid. And don't worry, she's just a friend." He looked at Rayne. "Rayne, my father. Gary Oak."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**Route 2**<br/><br/>Kavarr had left little to be found, dragging the body off someplace where he could eat in peace. The one thing that he hadn't anticipated was that passing trainers would come through before he had a chance to get rid of the boy's backpack, and when they saw the blood, claw marks, and the kid's identification, they called a full-scale police force to come and investigate.<br/><br/>Well now Kavarr was in a bit of a pickle. He had to stay low until the police and the media dispersed, or else risk being caught. He could take on a few of the people, but the whole police squad AND their monsters? Not likely.<br/><br/>What made things much worse was that he also realized that Sarianna hadn't come back for him yet. He'd need to go look for her, and he hoped she was just trying to avoid the cops and the news people like he was. If she didn't have a good reason for not returning, she'd have hell to pay.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>**Route 28**<br/><br/>"Morning." Samuel said, somewhat disgruntled, if only for his lack of comfort. He appeared to be wearing the same sweater and pants as the night before. He walked a little slowly, presumably because of his age, and when he finally got to the camp he went about helping with what he was allowed to pack up so that he and Alphonse could begin the journey into town.<br/><br/>Samuel couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself in relief, and he spoke a thought aloud as it crossed his mind.<br/><br/>"Seems you survived the night without any adverse effects. And from what I can tell, no demons came to bother you. Otherwise you might have been a bit more pale."<br/><br/>The old man adjusted a worn pack that hung at his waist. It appeared to be mostly empty, but it did contain a few useful items for survival and a couple of mementos.