After a little bit of searching, and a few hours of some impressive hacking, later... she found the information she was looking for.

It zeroed in on the city.

The other side of the city, to be more precise.

It was some small house on the end of a road... looked like a modest family home, according to street photos.

When the pillow hit him, he stirred briefly.

However, it didn't last.

Instead, he grabbed the pillow and held it close, before going right back to sleep.

However, he wasn't out like a light... not yet, anyway...

There was silence for another moment, before he stirred again.

"....creative...?" he murmured.

"I'm intrigued, but at the same time, wary." he said.

"....oh, whatever." he then muttered, before rolling over a few times, and looking at her.

"Right, witches talk." he said.

"What's going on?" he asked her.

"......." Al was silent as he read all he did, and then shook his head.

"Right." he said.

"We cannot afford to ignore any sort of lead." he commented.

"That could prove to be... disastrous, to say the least." he muttered further.

"Well, right then." he said, getting into a sitting position.

"Guess my nap's over, and it's time to get to work."

"That area of town's just a quiet little suburban area." Al replied.

"Nothing suspicious about it, really." he said.

"Not too seedy, not too ritzy, just... middle class." he shrugged.

"Which makes it a little MORE ominous, really." he went on.

"We don't know WHAT to expect."

"Hm." Al muttered.

"Indeed." he agreed.

"But we'll need to do it quickly." he said.

"It sounds like we have precious little time." he went on.

"..........hm." he mumbled further, thinking hard.

"Any ideas?" he asked her.

"Raise Satan." Al told her again.

"Beyond that, I don't know much else." he told her.

"They must feel that he'll purge the world." he sighed.

"But... just.... I don't know." he growled.

"Perhaps we should just check out this address?"

Al thought for a moment.

"Maybe a small bite, and a drink." he said.

"I know I just ate, but... geez, seems to have gone right through me." he chuckled.

"I mean, I'm not STARVING, anymore." he continued.

"But there is definitely more room."

Al nodded.

"Room service." he said, grabbing a menu and looking at it.

".......hm." he mumbled.

"I suppose I'll have the appetizer platter." he told her, handing the menu over.

"A medley of different appetizers, and they all sound pretty damn good." he said.

"So I'll get a little of everything." he reasoned with a small smile.

"Yeah?" Al asked.

"Well, then. Good timing, I suppose." he commented.

He then sighed, and looked out the window, skyward.

".....hm." he mumbled.

"The sky looks ominous." he commented.

"Looks like the sky that foretells a bad future..."