Elijah was hurrying to toss in a few essentials into a bag. He needed enough to get him through a trip. A couple of weeks? A month? He didn't know how long he'd be gone but he had to go. Between those two, the paper, and the trouble with Wesley. He wanted to quit and leave for good, but he couldn't do that. He had to just get away from it for a while, to get his head back together and remind himself why he was doing this at all. 

He looked at his cat and wanted to leave her in town but he didn't know who could take care of her. None of his friends were used to cats and he didn't want her left out in the cold over night. There was a crate he could use to safely have her travel with him. It would slow him down, but that was fine. He put the note from Gabriel into his bag when he thought he heard someone at the door. Not wanting to answer it, the man remained silent but it was clear they weren't leaving. Slowly, his voice called out. "Who.. who's there?"