Michael wakes up to the blaring sound of his radio alarm clock, the beats of a Ministry song sending shivers down his spine. The lyrics fit his mood, filled with anger and frustration. As he rubs his eyes, he realizes that it's already Wednesday, and the events of the previous days flood back into his mind. Michael had spent hours in front of his computer, putting the first steps of his plan into motion. He had contacted his group online, urging them to start researching Liam McCarthy and Mehdi on the dark corners of the Deep Web. They would be scouring for any information they could find - bank account numbers, credit cards, passwords, taxes, medical records, and family members. Then Michael had adjusted his algorithm to search for the Mehdi and the other face he had seen fleeing with Liam and others from the library. Even keeping busy, Michael feels uneasy. He doesn't know if he can trust the Ordu, and he fears the power of Liam's voice. He wonders whether the other Mehkat, his vampire clan, would help him. After all, blood is supposed to bind people together, and Michael feels alone. He knows he can't manage this on his own. He grabs one of the last bags of blood out of the fridge. He is going to have to figure out where to get more. It's not like they sell them in the supermarket. He still doesn't understand why other vampires don't use them. There is so much less mess and drama with bagged blood, and it tastes so good. As he contemplates his next move, his computer chimes, signaling the arrival of an email. Michael's apprehension rises as he realizes it is from his sire. He wonders if she has found out how much he has screwed up already, and the thought of her disappointment makes his stomach churn. With a heavy sigh, he sits down and opens the message, bracing himself for what it might contain.