Able to blend in with the locals a little better, Galen had been able to meditate in the cantina where he had gone first. The revelation that there were many versions of him was troubling. Was he the real one? Which one was? Many of the others had died. Woud he soon fall while anothermight live? In the end it didn't matter. What happened to the others had no bearing on him, and what might happen to him would not change if there were a million others. Meanwhile, the demons that possessed Michae were a more tangible threat. Galen opened his eyes and stood, ready to go in search of the group. Leaving the cantina, he went in search of any disturbances that would no doubt accompany them.