Johnny was wandering around, just Johnny Copeland, taking a walk in the snow. Chicago got cold like this, he was well bundled, a warm trench coat, a scarf, a hat and gloves. He (Sentinel) had argued with Max twice now, Johnny had argued with her and this whole thing had it's root in the fact that there was way too much crossover between his double life. The one thing he swore he'd never do, and now he couldn't handle it. His life was spinning, quickly, out of the control he'd worked so hard to maintain.
He'd smashed the communicator, he felt bad about it momentarily, but he needed it gone from his life. Just for a while, he needed to get his head back in the game before he could proceed further with his life, and the choices he was determined to make. He needed to get back on track.
The snow was crunching under his feet, he could see his breath as he walked quickly to keep the blood flowing, and the air was beyond crisp. It was downright biting. There were plenty of other neighborhoods to be walking around, better neighborhoods, but he didn't feel entirely right taking the night off just because he was feeling sorry for himself either.
While playing with others wasn't on the top of his list, he could still keep an eye on things. But he couldn't be Sentinel, and he didn't even know who Johnny Copeland was anymore. All he knew is that if anyone was looking for him they were looking for a man without a face. That worked in his favor. No one suspected him, and the Bat was the only one who knew for sure (save Mason, but he knew how to find Johnny). No one else would be looking for Johnny...He saw Rorschach and was momentarily taken aback, mostly because as far as he knew folks were looking for him. Well he sure as hell knew how that felt, he wasn't about to turn him into their mutual friends. He was glad to see him alive...They'd never met officially, and given that Johnny was still Johnny he doubted they'd be "officially" meeting now.
"Everything alright?" he asked as a courtesy as he made his way down the street.