He drove towards his home in silence, wondering what he was to do when he finally got there. The memory of receiving the warning note from the Black Phantoms was still fresh in his mind and he did not wish to be attacked whilst he got into his house. Not when The Phantoms could be hiding along the length of his house, ready to ambush him.
So when he finally turned into the familiar street where his house was located, he stopped the car in front of a building a few blocks away and proceeded on foot. Inside his car, he had thrown on a funky jacket with floral patterns on it, pink shades and a blonde wig to disguise his identity. He knew he could be mistaken for a clown from miles away, but then that was exactly the point.
