Cole groaned as the knocking continued, too concerned with his blanket to wake up.

"They've arrested the General! You have to fucking go!"

His eyes snapped open.
[color=92278f]"Fudge..."[/color] he cursed.
He got up from the bed, quickly dressing - he only needed to put on his boots and shirt anyway. Casting his eyes about, he reoriented himself. The curtains were closed. His bag was in the corner where he'd lain it last night, carefully laying out and checking each item before returning it to the bag, aiming to make the best possible use of space.
His journal lay open on the desk where he'd left it the night before, the candle next to it almost down to a stub. Some people preferred to use lamps, but Cole himself appreciated the flickering ambience. Strange for a man who loved books so much, to which fire could do so much harm.
Pulling on his coat, he glanced through the gap in the curtains. Not many people would be up at this hour, but then again, everyone who walked down the street would easily by able to identify him to an Eye... memories work like that. He needed to get out, but first he needed to figure out some way to cover his face, hair and ears.