[Evil Tink]

Solomon sighed deeply as he appeared at his apartment. He wouldn't have long until someone from the office would react to the fact that a man that 'doesn't exist' is residing in their complex. With a slight shake of his head, he gathered up his things into the three suitcases, two of them containing clothes. He was not worried about his cars, as they were registered with his address in London having been shipped over when he moved here. He decided though, rather than go back to London, he'll book a room in a hotel for a few weeks. He needed to keep an eye on Randall for awhile, just to make sure his manipulation took hold. He didn't expect any problems, unless the man happened to see Solomon on accident.

He lightly touched each suitcase, teleporting them to the trunk of his Porsche. Once all three were gone, he let out a slight yawn. He hadn't used this much power in a long time. He would need to feed after the sun had set...and this time he'd be careful. He wouldn't let Alicia distract him. With a sigh, he headed downstairs twirling the keys to the black Porsche around his finger. He quickly got into the vehicle after he made his other two appear back in London, and drove off.

He pulled into the lot of the closest hotel, heading inside to the front desk and checking in. Now, he wasn't in a fancy five star hotel, which was perfectly acceptable to him. He only required three stars to be comfortable. Why spend the extra money for services he'd never use? He hauled his bags up to his room on the third floor after paying with a card registered under his England identity. He quickly set his bags into the tiny open closet then flopped on the bed, closing his eyes. What a day...