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The sounds of a busy gas station filtered into the bathroom at each turn as men came to do their business. Death did not look to see if any stared at him, for they would only see what he wanted them to see. Death was looking at himself in the mirror to focused on his visage then them, and he wasn't happy. The old man that stared back at him had a haunted look in his eyes, like he had seen far too much in life to keep going on. Death supposed that was true, he had seen a lot of events in his time and putting on this visage was a reminder to the current predicament he was in. He had ruined one world in favor of another, and now the world in favor was ruining their own world. It was slightly ironic but now the people's world that he had locked were going to be getting their powers back which only complicated things. The old man sighed, washed his hands and left the bathroom, then the gas station. 

The old man walked on the streets towards downtown. He wasn't entirely sure what human town he was in, but it was summer and a festival was going on. Humans did love their events. It was also the perfect place to blend in and find clues about Hollow, the spirit that caused worlds to collide once more. He had gotten a tip from one of the numerous shades of the land, telling him that Hollow had been seen here. Why, he wasn't certain but it was all he had to go on. 

As he continued to walk, Death was aware that many passerby's stared at him with curiosity and suspicion. It was a small town, so it might have been strange to see an old geezer they had never seen before walking on the street wearing clothes that probably didn't fit the time. He had worn the first thing that he could remember that was current, long pants, nice shoes and a button up shirt with a jacket over top. His beard was white and kept short and he was wearing a top hat to boot. Everyone else that he saw was wearing shorts and t-shirts with a variety of colors. What he thought was current fashion, might not actually be but he didn't mind much, it was a good look.

Eventually Death came to a small park, covered with trees and a small pond. The trees provided sweet relief from the sweltering sun, though she didn't really bother him, and many children were playing in the shade. He sat on a bench, content to think and listen. It was a beautiful park, so much life and laughter. It reminded him of the days before the Gods, when humanity was good and kind to one another. A small smile pursed his lips, those were good times when the Earth was greener and the Heaven's a bit kinder. But alas, no more and his smile faded just like that time. Before he would leave to pursue Hollow again, he thought he might just stay awhile more and rest, for soon, he would not be able to.