Faust woke up the second time that night.
He kept having nightmares about the attacks before he left for Cipher, with people he knew being killed off as he watched, restrained by shadowy tendrils and rendered helpless. They were surprisingly vivid, despite him not being able to tell who exactly they were. The one he just woke from, however, deviated from the others drastically in the way that it wasn't a nightmare. He was still restrained, Faust saw himself dismembering someone; a sadistic, twisted clone of him, dressed in the Cipher uniform he despised. Watching as it turned to his parents, the ones who taught him swordsmanship, Faust felt something like outrage swell up inside him. Somehow breaking from his dark binds, Faust lashed out his sword at the shade, but was immediately countered. For some time, they seemed equally matched, but the shade had no signs of tiring. As they went to clash once more, a different phantom appeared and struck from behind, causing the doppleganger to dissipate.
At that point, he sat up suddenly in his bed, his Farfetch'd letting out a surprised quack and jumping away. In a way it was more of an epiphany. He couldn't defeat Cipher himself; the village important to him would still be in danger. Rather, if someone else -- or a group of people -- could push them back with him, then....
Faust rushed to change into his normal clothes, letting Farfetch'd grab his sword from him. "Thanks, bud." Faust said as he grabbed the sheath and it jumped to his head. He didn't have much time to waste, and it was reflected in his sharp eyes. As he hastily left the hotel, the peon on night duty looked to him. Before he could even start asking, Faust flat out said, "I had a weird dream so I'm going to the fortune teller's! Don't ask!" Despite the slight bags under his eyes, Faust's abnormally sharp gaze stopped the grunt immediately. Although, the guard probably just assumed he was really sleep-deprived or something, and gave it no other thought.
When he entered the building, Faust tried to figure out where Fateen had gone; he heard something sliding before, so he assumed that there was some kind of entrance hidden somewhere. Sitting down in silence, Faust took in the surroundings with his senses as he waited for her to return.