Thomas exhaled with finality as he gazed around the apartment once more, just to make sure everything looked alright. He had a habit of taking too long to get ready, and it mostly rested on his constant feeling of forgetting something. Some of his friends had commented on how much like a woman his fear of forgetting things was, and he usually replied with something along the lines of, "At least I don't transform into a little girl's sword, Jim." This was a statement usually met with an annoyed but resigned grumble.

Briefly, the blond thought about just grabbing a little duffle to bring, but the idea was immediately shot down when he thought of carrying it through the desert. Or even carrying it all, seeing as how he would be a chainsaw for most of the trip. 

It was only a few more seconds of looking around the room before Thomas forced himself to walk out the door with an itching feeling in his brain that he was forgetting to do something.