January drove about the city with increasing frustration as he found each of Quincy's favorite places to hang out or hide in already being watched. And when he looked up at the night sky hoping to see Quincy in his bat form overhead, January was unable to pick out anything of note through the usual air traffic composed mainly of Old King Crow's subjects. With no luck in just finding Quincy, January decided to turn to Ryder. January drove on over to the Centennial park Oktoberfest/Halloween fair. He always loved attending this event. At this time of year, supernatural beings like him had a little more flexibility in what they could do before it alarmed the mortals. The only reason he hadn't been attending as regularly as he normally did was due to his grief over Harold's death.

As he made his way towards the werewolf themed haunted house that Lucas Ryder's pack operated every year, a young boy in a cheap Dracula costume jumped in front of January and bared his obviously fake fangs at the centuries old vampire. January grinned at the attempt, showing off his own fangs to the boy. The kid in the vampire costume gasped in amazement at what he saw, before running off toward his mother to tell her about it. It was clear to January that she thought it was simply an exaggeration. But even so, she played along with her son to make him happy. Eventually, January arrived at the Werewolves of London haunted house and was quick to spot Ryder and some of his wolves drinking and playing cards on a table out in front.

"Jan my man, need another hook up already?" Ryder called out as January approached.

"Not yet." January said. "I'm looking for someone. Has Quincy come to you tonight? Possibly riddled with bullet holes? I need to make sure he's ok, and then put toe to his ass for leading thugs with machine guns to my apartment."