I slipped on a pair of old boots and a dark sweater that I had found in my mother's closet earlier that day. With the lights out for the evening, it was unlikely that anyone would see me anyway, but I tried my best to appear inconspicuous. As I walked out, I saw Doon peering out his window. "You ready?" I asked. He nodded, and came down to the street. "Lina and Carlie are meeting us. What exactly are we doing?"