Greg got to his place, he closed the door with his foot. He pulled out his phone, talked to his contacts. He got the information, but it would be hard to get to the angels friend. Greg needed some sleep, he tossed and turned. In his sleep, after awhile he got up, and started to walk through the streets. He had his hands in his pockets.

Soon it started to rain, he pulled up his hood, and kept walking. He found himself at the old warehouse, he opened the doors, and went inside. The place was a place for him to escape, he collapsed in a chair hearing the rain hit the roof. He just needed to relax, it was here that he could escape.