The room Jacob sat in was empty, save for a single cushion he brought to sit on. It was usually quite, well, quiter, in this part of town, and it gave him time think and gather his thoughts. If he concentrated hard enough, he could sometimes pick up the thoughts of the people on the street as they went about their day. Flicking open his eyes, he sighed and got up, heading out of the building and onto the street. Something had gone down earlier that day, and Jacob was heading to Stark Tower to find out exactly what.