He pulled on a white button up shirt with blue pin stripes on it, and a pair of khaki slacks, as well as a pair of shoes that were a bit looser than he liked. Still, walking around with golden sandals wouldn’t help him blend in, and he wanted to look like a normal man when he talked to Altford’s ex-fiancée. He tucked his most of his angelic clothes into a backpack (keeping the shorts and tunic on for modesty’s sake), and slung it over his shoulder, leaving the apartment, locking the door before closing it behind him. He hoped he hadn’t taken anything with sentimental value. He walked down the hallway towards Kelly’s apartment then stopped at her door and rapped his knuckles on it. It was early enough in the evening that James figured she would not have been asleep yet, although she might have been eating dinner. He waited patiently and after half a minute or so, the door opened and Kelly peeked her head out.
