Tom woke up, and looked over at the clock. "1:09-" He murmered, standing up and putting on his clothes, all he had on were boxers. He staggered down to the kitchen, noticing Edd and Matt were asleep with eachother on the couch. He stepped outside while it was still dark, and begane to walk to the nearist bar. When he got there he chatted to the bartender, who was a hot chick but she didn't peak his inturest, but she was clearly flirting with him. He asked for the usual, and then began to look around the bar; A group of people were having a pool tounament and one guy was really good at it, he had on a red hoodie but the hood was over his head- "Wait a sec..." Tom said, noticing a feature on the man that wasn't like the rest. His arm was a shiny matalic red. Tord? Tom thought to himself, something bubbled up inside him when he spotted the man- but not anger. Happiness? No, it couldn't be that- Could it? he walked over to the pool game, leaving his drink. The man had a Norwigian voice. Deffinantly Tord.