A few hours later he was back at the abandoned building he called home. Lexx entered his room and began walking towards the bed. The sound of his footsteps on the concrete floor resonated throughout the building. Before he layed down on his bead he took another look at the room he found himself in. It certainly wasn’t in good shape. The wall paint had started to peel off in various places and it made him reflect on his life since the Grayshire incident. Since then Lexx had been so focused on his vendetta he didn’t have the free time needed to find another job. His normal life was completely static. Instead all his time and effort went into finding those responsible for what happened. Killing them was easy and not much of an effort. Finding them was the hard part. When the day began he thought he had hit a roadblock. No more leads. But at this point he we was satisfied and he knew he’d sleep well since he was now back on track. Not one, but two leads. That's all he cared about. That's what his life was comprised of. One singular objective. 
Lexx began pondering the events of that day once more as he drifted into unconsciousness.

The following day was mostly spent scouring the internet for more leads, which proved to be unfruitful, and the occasionally getting of snacks from a groceries store nearby. Fortunately he had taken some of the money that he accumulated while working in Grayshire. He conservatively estimated it would last him for another month or two.

The day had passed quickly and Lexx looked through his window. The sky had already taken an orange appearance as dusk was setting in.
[color=aba000]“Time to meet our Mr. Anonymous.”[/color] He said to himself as he set out for central park.
An hour later he was sitting on a bench near the location he had sent to the masked man. He checked his phone. Despite knowing that no precise time of day was agreed upon he was growing impatient.