"Yeah... I'm not really a local. I moved here around two years ago. I never saw any of the locals this hysterical though. You'd think World War Three was setting its course for Los Angeles. I mean, look at the military here. They are armed to the teeth with weaponry that would tear a normal person to shreds in a second. Obviously, there is something not right about this. They are covering up something, I just know it..." Allen took a brief stretch and then stood up once more as he peered over to the young man in front of him. "Look, Jay, we need to find a more private place to talk. Like a... bathroom or something. It'll be the only place the military can't harass us." Allen gave Caitlyn another pat on the head as she nodded understandingly, dug into the backpack on her back and pulled forth a small purple Gameboy, and played what sounded like Pokémon on the small console.

Allen then peered around for what appeared to be the restrooms. He nodded towards a sign with a slight gesture of his hand and began to walk towards it. "You can either follow me, or I can wait for you. Either works for me." He spoke softly as he slowly began to walk away to the restrooms. The man peered around cautiously before entering the men's section of the restrooms. His feet tapped lightly against the tile floors, yet it could be heard by all who may be in the vicinity.