Thomas sat in the back seat of the Hummer, dozing lightly. Supposedly, he was supposed to be... peeling something? Or whatever. He rarely paid attention. It all got sorted out eventually in his experience. As he slept, his hands shuffled a bullet along his fingers, relaxed. His rifle sat beside him, his ticket to whatever he wanted in this world. He'd take modern fire power over the spells people tossed around here every time.<br/><br/>"Graaaaaggh..."<br/><br/>His snores were quite audible in the Hummer's cabin, a little bit of drool running down his chin as he dreamed of nothing in particular.