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[h2]Patrick "Pat" Anderson[/h2]
Pat got to his feet just as Josiah disappeared with the two seriously injured members of the party. It was a bit disorientating to suddenly be looking at empty space where three people had been a moment before. [i]Why couldn't he just teleport us all back? It's not like there's anyone left back here to notice.[/i] Pat knew that he could sure use a teleport right about then. A soft bed and about a million pain killers wouldn't hurt either. Pat's back had mildly improved from when he had first stood up, but he still wanted to get out of his current standing position as soon as possible. As if reading his mind, Callie suddenly appeared with a makeshift cane.

Upon being offered the cane, Pat quickly accepted with a short thanks. Under ordinary circumstances Pat may have protested, but he was far to sore and exhausted to consider refusing some help. The added support significantly reduced the pain of walking around, a big boon considering the van was a fair ways away. The trip back to the van gave Pat just enough time to be embarrassed about the previous events. Pat considered himself very proficient at masking pain Callie seemed to see through it right away. Granted there's a drastic difference between migraine pain and "Just been in a gang fight" pain, but it still stung the ego none the less.

Once they were all back in the van, Pat got a bit of relief and they had to decide on what to do about the missing members.

"I also say that we should also go back to base. If Sam and Christian aren't in any danger they can wait for a while and if they are in danger we're not in a position to do anything about it."