Micah was already taking stock on the people around him. He didn't trust anyone as a general rule, but now was worse. He had his suspicions about the chick that came closer to him with now introduction or words at all, but she didn't go for his backpack, so he didn't bother making a scene. His money was in a case in one bag, and his personal information was in a locked potfolio in the other bag. His wallet held business cards belonging to everywhere he had been on this trip so far. Diners, gas stations, the mechanic he stopped at to get a check up. He wouldn't realize it was gone for a while, and wouldn't care, though he would think of Tifa, and Mark her as unreliable.

The banshee's Scream staggered him back, but the sudden pain to his head dropped him to his knees. He had a history of migraines, likely from staring at the computer screens too long, but this was maddening. Even after the pain went away, he couldn't focus, flashes of sensations came from all around, images of places he didn't know, an shouldn't be able to see, not just because they weren't right in front of him, but because they were dark. Then his stomach churned. 

Micah did Not throw up unless he was really sick. This was Not a good sign. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he blamed the bastard on the stairs. It struck him seconds before things got worse. He didn't know Why he knew what was going on inside him, but he knew. The darkness inside him, the empty space in his stomach, throat, windpipe, was becoming tangible into a jellyish mass, the thought of it helped what happened next. With a sudden jerk of his body, Micah wretched, spewing forth a torrent of black mass that splattered on the ground in front of him. The mass instantly erupted into tentacles that wriggled around questingly for nothing in particular. Micah groaned as he regained the ability to breath, the sight of the thing making him want to throw up again, for real this time. 

Weakly, he looked up at the man on the porch, wavering slightly on his knees. "what the fuck did you do..." The black mass started moving towards Micah and he moved back, willing the thing away from him. Obediently, it shifted directions and moved away, tiny tendrils sliding around the ground. Micah stared at it, then concentrating, wished it away. It faded into nothing as if it had never been.