Evner came to slowly, blinking lazily as his eyes attempted to adapt to the harsh light of the late morning. The old Ma and Pa diner he'd slept in had some broken blinds that aimed the light perfectly onto his face. With an annoyed groan, he turned sideway in the booth and tried to get back to sleep, only for the tug within his mind to give an insistent pull, demanding his attention. The silence of the diner attempted to lull him back to sleep, but still the tugging won over. It was so annoying, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Ah, fine..." Ev grumbled, swinging his legs off the seat and sitting up, one hand rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He dropped his chin into his other hand and looked around. Some of the windows were haphazardly boarded up while others were left completely untouched, nothing but blinds for protection. He wasn't sure when the diner was abandoned, but the broken door hinges and the not so fresh blood smears on the counter showed it was within the past week at least, and that Demons were to blame. That, or there was some psycho running about, and that would just make things more annoying than they had to be.

Stretching, Evner got out of the booth, picked up his dufflebag, and walked out of the diner to his [url=http://www.inventivestudios.co.uk/thebikeshed/Photos/1968%20t120%20bonnie/68uk1.JPG] motorcycle[/url]. The tug did not relent, even as he pulled out of the parking lot, taking a right and heading down the straight road. He was honestly curious- yet still completely annoyed- as to what he was being pulled towards. Was it a person? A building? Maybe even some demons? He felt like he should know, maybe listen a little harder to the tugging, but he didn't. The growling of the engine calmed his thoughts as he continued down the road, him being the only person for as far as he could see. Maybe it was pulling him towards something that would help him remember his past...

With a stiff shrug, he cranked the throttle, going faster down the road, if only to get the tugging to shut up and leave him alone. Slowly, it became less insistent, only flaring up if he let his mind wander. Soon, he was simply focused on driving, taking turns and side roads without even thinking about it; the tug directing his blank mind towards its destination.