Time: Earlier in the morning when grim left with the spirit of hope
"I'm going to the realm", not standing the widespread eyes of Jeremy, perpetual glaring at him, grim opened the car door and took off to the sky after throwing the shirt behind him. The attire he would wear when he was spending almost all of his time on the realm of skies was designed in such a way that his wings would spread out without existing the need to rip it apart.
Ever since he had come to earth, many swanky shirts were gone wasted, in all likelihood, he didn't give a tinker's damn about the fabric among all the disruption going on in different realms because of the contretemps involving bad spirits scarpering from hell and dungeon.
