Thor Blerster had been sent to the world of the living, but this time is was different, he was sent here, but no one actually told him what to do. He was glad, he needed to do a bit of relaxing. The arrancar had been wanting to go back to the human world for a while now, nothing out of the ordinary caught his eye, no soul reapers, no quincys, just a boring night. Thor sighed as he strolled pass a large warehouse. His red coat clashed with the plan, concrete building, but he didn't mind. He would usually, however, not this moment. With his toothpick in his mouth, looked to the sky, between the large buildings, to see the moon in all his glory, "well, would you look at that; almost feels like home. Heh." He would utter fixating his light blue hues to the vast and endless sky. Breaking out of it the arrancar sighed again, only to place his hands inside his pockets as he walked. He was ready to walk to oblivion.