<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Clay Mephlas<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Shadow World to Hospital Reception and Waiting Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 8 pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><br/>Clay spent the better part of the remaining hours following Fey, as it were. His gut feeling about her pulled him into her direction, and he stayed within the shadow world and watched her from the darker recesses of the world. The family that she had reminded him of a past he would just as soon forget if he could control it, and left to go and speak to the one he had wanted to. It wasn't hard to keep an eye on her while looking for him, though, and when she left her home again, he stayed with her until the library. At first, he wondered about what she was doing there, at least until she used the key and crossed into what seemed like a nightmare-ish version of the place she had just been in. <br/><br/>At that point, he didn't much care to follow her, as traversing through the place even in the shadow world made him feel even more empty than he already did to begin with. Quite, in fact, he stepped in to follow her, felt an icy chill course through him, and immediately retreated back. He studied the gate she had gone through for a little while, curious as to what in the heck she had just done, and what that key she had used was. Finally, when he felt like his morbid curiosity had been satiated, he slipped through the world and out of the shadow realm, emerging from a shadowy corner near the entrance of the hospital in question. In doing so, he felt the nagging presence of <em>it</em>, albeit briefly. <br/><br/>A consequence of using the shadow world as a form of transport, sadly. Grimacing as he heard the voice in his head, faint, but there, his teeth gritting together as he shook his head. A few nurses who were out having a smoke gave him a look that was half confusion, half fear. He just looked at them with a kind of sneer and entered into the hospital to head to the reception area to wait for the rest of them. As he sat down in one of the chairs, he pulled the coin that had burned the mark into his hand earlier. It didn't hurt, in fact it had been quite painful for about half an hour and then vanished entirely, and looked like it had healed up completely as well. Sighing as he stared at it, he flipped the coin around in his fingers, staring at it. <br/><br/>The man he had gone to see in the shadow world, a kind of informant of his for various jobs that he took, someone who was more connected than he could ever hope to be...the Lord and Master that creature had been referring to was apparently known as Jack, the King of Halloween. A very ancient and obscenely powerful, as the man had put it, faerie. He'd ranted off something about seasonal rulership and what not as well, but Clay had heard enough at that point. He didn't like this coin in the least, didn't really like any of this. It all felt wrong to him somehow, as wrong as when he watched those kids die...as wrong as when he came back from <em>it</em> killing men. Still, at least he had some information about what that thing had been, and what this coin was too. <br/><br/>After studying it for a little bit, more just zoning out since he was seemingly the first to arrive, he glanced up at the clock and  upon seeing the time, darted his eyes towards movement. Fey, coming into the reception to which he put his hand up briefly to signal to her. </span></span>