I waited at least 15 minutes before I even thought about moving. Another 10 minutes went by before I made sure the coast was clear.

Now what do I do? I just watched a man die with fangs and someone appear outta no where take his place like the poor sucker was never killed. And that creepy Sal guy is part of this?

Police won't do crap. They'll think I'm nuts and test me for drugs. I know for sure I can't go back inside the bar. I won't be able to keep my cool around him. I'm not stupid. So what do I do?

Jason ... Yeah. He'll know what to do. He has to. He already said a lot of this stuff that was happening around Chicago was his fault, and whether or not that is true, who knows. He knows something! I gotta find him!

I run off towards the subway and put in a call to my Stalker. Bastard better be home ...