Michael half crawled half ran, he had bin some what dazed by the unfolding events but the sound of the car door shook him out of it as shore as getting slapped across the face would<br/><br/>For some reason he still had his staff in hand. The mist seamed to settle on it as well as his clothing, the rough material of his robes did not soak in the water but it rather sat on the fabric looking some what odd<br/>