He was nsure how long he'd actually sat there. The silence of the warehouse closing in around him, the light from outside dimming and darkening. It was getting late, but he remained. His glasses folded and sitting on the ground beside him, head lowered and thoughts running through his mind. The events within the alleyway had started it, the feeling of that neck within his grasp... The voice inside of him, edging him on...

It pulled him back, memories of days before all of this rising and in turn of the incidents themselves. The light almost completely gone, he finally lifted his head, eyes lifting to the blurred forms of the world around him. He couldn't see now and yet in that moment, when things had shifted... He moved a hand to pick up the glasses beside him. He hadn't needed them, he'd been able to see but why? It shouldn't have been possible, but then again, none of this should have been possible.

Reality was warped, his mind even more so. The more he thought about it, the more he knew it was true. He knew something wasn't right, he'd changed so much since what had happened and his time with MOBIUS. Then again, he hadn't been fully together before that either. He'd been composed, in order and together...or that was how he'd appeared. Things planned out, understanding the world around him, he'd always led with his head and less with his heart.

He'd been a master at separating himself emotionally from things, or that was what he liked to think. Truth was he felt everything much more than he cared to admit. Things had gotten more intense when he'd met Sebastian and the two had become partners. No, they'd become more than that. He'd become a friend, someone Joseph depended on and allowed inside more than he had others... He'd become precious, important to him over time and...

Pushing himself to his feet, he lifted the lenses of his glasses to the fading light. They were filthy still... Using the hem of his shirt, he set to gently cleaning them. It was normal, an everyday task and yet it did help to calm him a bit more. Once satisfied, he moved them back into place over his eyes.

It was dark now, the last rays barley able to hang on and the warehouse was cloaked in shadows and darkness. Still he stood in the silence, nothing seemed to move and yet it was very much alive. His body stiff from the running and from sitting here, he closed his eyes and rolled his neck a bit to attempt relieving a bit of tension. Surely the men had given up by now, got the hint and left... That was wishful thinking though, if they'd gone through so much trouble already to try and get a hold of him, they wouldn't give up that easily.

No, if they knew he was in the city, they would keep looking. His best option would be to get out as soon and fast as he could. Taking a few steps towards the door, he paused at the sight of the moon through a shattered window. Hanging in the air, it wasn't quite full... part light and part dark. Of course scientifically his mind knew why and broke it down in a matter of seconds. However he still couldn't help but feel a bit the same. A light side hanging on and lingering, yet fading as time moved forward...soon the light would end and darkness would consume. The night would be cloaked in darkness as the new moon rose.

The moon would return however and the light would take over in turn, leading to the full moon. He was a bit worried however that once the darkness consumed the light for him...would there be any coming back? He could picture Sebastian telling him he was being an idiot and to get over it. He could see him telling him to fight, to quit moping about it and do something. It brought a bit of a smile to his face, Sebastian always was the action kind of guy... They had been opposites in so many ways and yet so alike as well.

Memories were both a blessing and a curse. The more he thought, the more he held on and yet the more he felt things slipping away. He had no idea where Kidman was, nor Sebastian at this point. He had no idea if they knew he was alive and honestly, he didn't know if he wanted them to. They might be safer off, then again they could still be in trouble all the same. If MOBIUS was gone, that was great, but if there was more going on like he thought...they could very well be still in for hell. They could let their guards down, only to walk right into hell.

Then again, perhaps they'd be left alone at this point. If they thought it was over, they'd be left alone. No, they were still liabilities. He had a feeling Kidman knew or suspected more than she let on as well, perhaps they needed to talk. Right now however, he needed to move. Lingering here was doing nothing and remaining in the city was trouble. He needed to get back to the hotel and get out, hopefully they hadn't caught wind of that either, or he might have another problem.

Heading back, he knew he needed to keep things light. Grabbing a bag, he packed the little he had with him, before moving over to get the gun he'd hidden. He only had the one cartridge of bullets, he hoped he wouldn't have to use it at all... If it came down to it he was familiar with the weapon, but he still would rather not. Moving his hand behind him, he tucked it away, before picking up the bag and slinging it over a shoulder. He headed to the door and out into the night.

A car would be useful, travelling on foot more dangerous and harder to do. However he didn't have access to one, he'd ditched the ride he'd used to escape awhile back. It had been to much of a risk to keep. Perhaps that was part of how they'd found him, he'd figured they would be able to track it down if need be. They could have narrowed down possible locations he would have gone and gone from there. Again he was analyzing it, trying to figure things out, a habit he did without even realizing it really.

He moved to the road and began walking, he had a map with him, though honestly even with that he had no idea where to go. He had nowhere to go still, no contacts, no safe places at all. He also still couldn't risk dragging anyone into things. People thought he was dead and that was both a good thing and a bad thing. They were safe, but he was on his own. Pulling out the phone he had, he pulled up the only idea he really had... The number Kidman had been using, but even now he wasn't sure if it would work. They'd only spoken a few times since what happened.

She'd been the one to tell him MOBIUS was gone, the one to tell him Sebastian was free and now somewhere with his daughter. He'd questioned more than once why he'd held onto the phone at all, part of him still questioning trusting her and if this perhaps was a trap to. It had been in the truck and he'd originally taken it to try and get something out of. Of course he'd been careful, but it was a risk either way. He hadn't expected to get the call at all. It had been a risk and he'd known it, perhaps part of him was hoping they'd track him down.

Then again as he'd thought before, if MOBIUS was gone, why would anyone come looking... There was more, it kept coming back to that, more to all of this. Kidman had given some signs that she'd thought so as well, though she hadn't said much on the subject at all. Last time he'd seen her, she'd said that they shouldn't have gotten wrapped up in this in the first place. Perhaps this was her way of trying to protect him, give him a new start like Sebastian and his daughter.

He wasn't Sebastian though, their paths and stories different. Sebastian had been used, put through hell, but Joseph had been used in other ways. Experimented on, poked and prodded... He was a liability as well, but he was also a product of their research in a way. He couldn't be sure the motives behind hunting him for sure, but either way they couldn't be good. Someone was looking for him, someone bad. For that reason, he took the risk and pressed the button. It rang...and rang...and rang. With a sigh, he all but gave up, of course she would have ditched the phone as well. As he was about to lower the phone, a click followed and soon a voice.

"Joseph?" he recognized the sound right away.

"Kidman" he lifted it back to his ear, for a moment his words seemed to fade and a silence fell between them.

"Is everything alright?" was that a hint of concern in her voice?

"We need to talk" a more serious tone to his own words and for another moment silence fell.

"...I'm on my way."