Ikaku walked slowly to his house, lighting up a cigarette as he walked. He didn't really care that people were staring at the man walking with a limp, smoking and his hand trailing some sort of whitish goo. The thing had left a mark on him. He just wanted to go home and shower and think. That's all he wanted and all he needed. A limousine rolled quickly through the street he was on. He remembered the vision he saw while using that medal and idly wondered who would have been watching that.
His apartment was small, clean and neat. Ikaku prided himself on being slightly fastidious with his home. He pulled out his phone and pulled up Hibiki's phone number.
"You and I need to talk. I'm at my apartment - Ikaku"
He sent the message off with directions and set his phone down. He needed a shower. He grabbed a towel and walked into his bathroom.