Matt yells a bit and taps on the glass.  Nothing.  Obviously, no one at that residence is still awake and capable of answering.<em>You were foolish to think you could rely on others, Tatami.  You're going to have to work your own way out of this.</em>He curses creatively while he wipes his mirror clean and blows out the candles.  He grabs his backpack and fills it with necessities - candles, matches, some meal bars, some bottled water.  None of his electronics are going to work.  He really wishes he had his coat, but there's no help for it.  He pulls on a black hoodie with the Green Lantern symbol on the chest and makes ready to leave.  He wonders how bad it will be.  If he'll be able to return.<br/><br/>There's no solution but to investigate some.  Oh, and, well...time is stopped.  There wouldn't be anything wrong with taking a little advantage of the situation.  It's not like there's anyone around to catch him.<em>I need something open late that'll have a lot of cash laying around.  ATMs are too much of a pain to crack.  Normal stores are closed.  Bars.  Bars have money.</em>Matt stuffs a pair of gloves onto the front pouch of his hoodie.  He locks the door behind him when he leaves, and starts taking a winding path toward the school.  That seems to be the center of everything, doesn't it?  That or those damned shrines...  He makes a point of cleaning out the tills in a few bars on the way there, making sure to leave no prints.  Not that the cops are likely to pull out a fingerprint kit for missing money from bars.  But Matt is nothing if not precise.<br/><br/>He takes a bottle of expensive whiskey, too, sticking that in his backpack.  He grins a little, feeling sophisticated, like a gentleman thief...Of course, a real thief would steal something amazing.  Like artwork from a museum.  Or gold and jewels...