Tom a Human male of the species called Moorra with short black curly hair wearing blue clothing. His clothes was a jumpsuit but detachable on his arms. He sat in a chair in a bedroom sitting. Tom was absent mildly staring at the wall letting his thoughts wander.
He was having the Banshee ability forwards within him and sensed the male had passed out from nothing sensed in his mind. He willed away the Banshee and walked out of the male’s bedroom. He took a familiar route to the familiar room for the death and can’t be wakened taking a tubal hallway to get to there that showed darkness all around him despite his night vision.
Tom came to hearing the familiar ringing noises jerked open his eyes and swung himself up with an acrobatic move finding himself in the High Council's throne room to notice Jinks there held up by the Falcons who was shaking some sleeping status from him.
Tom exhaled a breath groaning softly from the pain of his head from being shot by a guard on the Navy warship while he was in quarters set aside for him in the brig.
Tom blinked his eyes of the memory of Victoria's hospitalization running through his mind while lying in bed of his one room apartment back in New York City.
Tom spoke with sarcasm "Welcome to the club on being angry. It's my mood at the moment."
He heard from Buster "Jeez Tom woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"