It was clearly a nightmare. Only, one didn't wake up from mosquito bites from a nightmare. And that was precisely what Clint woke up with. Several of them along his arms and chest that he could feel. Luckily, there were none on his face as he stood up from the train station floor and looked around at everyone there. Hopefully no one was too terribly hurt from what had happened.
He nodded when he heard the other man mention Salem Square. "I think we know where we need to go," he said simply before glancing to everyone else. With a nod, he turned to leave the station with one destination in mind. They'd follow or they wouldn't. He didn't really care either way. An end needed to be put to whatever the hell was going on.
He nodded when he heard the other man mention Salem Square. "I think we know where we need to go," he said simply before glancing to everyone else. With a nod, he turned to leave the station with one destination in mind. They'd follow or they wouldn't. He didn't really care either way. An end needed to be put to whatever the hell was going on.