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    So things were different now. You had the cities walled in, no one left without very special permission, and no one came in except for those green busses- always with the green busses, always people injured. They went to the hospital, and not all of them came back out, the ones that did never talked about what happened outside the city, what happened to the city they were in, and people disappeared. They just disappeared, like everyone wished the clouds in the sky would.


    Rumors were drifting around that the people that disappeared, they were infected with...something. Something that changed their minds, something that allowed them to have sort of abilities, something that government- if that was what you wanted to call it- didn't want. Apparently it was dangerous, so the people disappeared, just like that.


    Except he was normal. Calvin was normal, though he couldn't say the same for some of his friends, his friends that were hiding. It was dark now, people weren't usually out this time of night, he had made it a little farther out than he usually did with his guitar, just singing on street corners, that was all. So he was walking home in the dark, that wasn't any reason to get jumped. Patrollers, nasty business, they'd kick you to the ground if you looked at them funny.


    Everything hurt, his guitar was in shambles not too far away, and he was trying to convince himself to get up, stand, walk home. Or at least drag himself home, he just kept seeing them in the corner of his eye, things that weren't there, and then there was his ribs. Hospital was out of the question, the amount of people that didn't come out of there was too hazardous, he just had to make it through the night. A crumpled figure in the dark, that was it.


    [[Hi there, hello, I would appreciate it if you read this before jumping in, no application form necessary. It'd be nice if you could have a semi to advanced response on this, and you know the usual speal of following all the usual rules. Anyways, thanks!]]

    (is there a plot to this?)


    She nodded while waving as she walked off and outside putting a grey hoodie over her torso. Victorique bit her lower lip as a gust of bitter air lashed out around her kissed her cheeks, she really needed to start remembering to being a winter jacket it was too cold for a hoodie. It was still November and yet the snow had fallen a bit early freshly fallen powder covered the parking lot and the cars within it. She hurried across the snow filled air leaving little doll like shoe prints behind her. Even here she knew she was being watched cameras were all over the place the higher ups were always watching.


    It was around ten way past curfew for those her age to be outside unescorted but no one yelled at her ever about anything which tended to piss her off more than getting yelled at. She'd like to be treated normal but it was hard to be with her rank in society. She was in the mist of heading to her normal little get away before anyone could send those guys after her. The bright red haired girl strolled down the sidewalk hands in her pockets as far as she could jam them, being under five feet made it easier for her to get around now only of she didn't have red hair.


    As she turned the corner she froze and sucked in a deep breath of air in an attempt to avoid making a sound, those patrollers were here...what we're they doing here. The girl muttered a curse underneath her breath before abruptly turning and heading the opposite direction, this could prove to be difficult. She would have to take the long way around she guessed, how bothersome. She just hoped there weren't any of them there, her father would be furious if he knew she was out.


    Vic roamed a bit father, head down and eye on her feet. She turned into an alleyway and paused while scowling, she was a little unsure if this was the right path to her hideout. She reminded herself to.complain loudly about the.patrollers of this street perhaps they'd lose their job. As walked further, kicking a can in her path she once again found herself stopping this time in front of a guitar? She lifted her head and blinked her jaded eyes while finally noticing there was someone in the area with her. She gave another huff of breath before walking over and bending down assuming it was a drunk or something. "Hey? Hellooooo? Are you alright?" She had a heavy accent laced within her words.

    [[not really? I was just going to kind of wing it, see what happens, did you have an idea?]]


    "Ah-" the young man had been drifting through his mind, things were easier there, considering sleepily if they'd touched the money in the guitar case. Would be nice if they didn't, wouldn't it. They'd already smashed the instrument, and then considering the hospital option again, though nothing seemed permanently damaged, feeling was making its way back to his left arm, and he assumed now that it'd only lost feeling because he'd been laying on it funny. But now there was something new, dragging him out of his own mind, back into the cold, it soaked through his Tshirt. His coat was gone, and he spared a brief thought as to where that had gone- Mouse was using it, wasn't she. He was a human heater, decided she could make better use of it anyways. Still, someone had said something


    That was a person. He heard her, a real person in front of him. She had said hello, a normal response would be to say hello back, wouldn't it? Or maybe that was a trick question. Right. That he asked himself. "H-hang on a sec." He muttered, finally managing to push himself into a seated position, his curly, sand colored hair sticking out at odd angles and he peered at the girl in front of him, though he was still taking an assessment of how he was hurt- ribs, definitely his ribs, something wasn't quite right there. Other than that, general bruising and some scrapes, maybe a concussion- he couldn't tell. His head hurt.


    "Hi." There, that was the right answer. And then she had asked a question too, right? She asked him something, but it'd slipped away too quickly. "...sorry, what?" He looked a bit confused, and the sheepish smile he offered up May of been quirked naturally- or it had to do with the sizable bruise forming on his cheek, just under a brown eye. She was sort of familiar- not like he knew her, but more like he'd seem her before sort of familiar.

    (Nope, I usually wing it too if there is no set plot :). So the infected are just zombies right?)


    Victorique propped her hands on her knees and toss her hair out of her face all while never allowing her observant gaze to the man. A scowl touched her lips and she winced feeling them creak slightly underneath the cold air. The boy managed to to push himself upright so it was slightly easier for her to take in his appearance. Alright so maybe he wasn't a drunk after all? She ran her eyes over the bruises and quickly noticed the way he winced when he moved his torso, someone clearly didn't like this guy.


    The red head cocked her head to the side as hearing him answer her hello with a hi, at least he had manner. It seemed like he was slipping in and out of it because he was unable to answer her question, she didn't think she had spoken it that quickly but decided she already had her answer. "Never mind you are certainly not alright." She reached out with one hand and ran her cool fingers along the bruise on his cheek, it didn't look like swelling was setting in yet otherwise she doubted he'd be able to move his mouth with wincing in pain.


    Victorique Zayez was the daughter of one of the higher ranked government officials, what was she doing wandering the streets alone? Bored yet she never expected to find a beat guy laying around. She furrowed her eyebrows at the way he smiled at her, how he did that after getting beat was a mystery to her. Vic glanced around the area, looking as if she were debating something. She could take him to a hospital and have them patch him up but in order to pay she'd have to alert her father which would not end well, a full blown fight in a hospital would defiantly ruin her father's image.


    She could leave him here, but that sounded worse than fighting with her father. Nah, she guessed the easiest way to get this done was to take him with her and patch him up at her place. She returned to her former position of kneeling and caught his brown eyes in her blue ones this time talking a little slower. "Can you walk? Your legs aren't damaged are they?" Names, questions, and answers could be given once they were out if here and the cold. She waited for him to answer her.



    [[nah, the infection is more of a brain thing. What they're told is that some of them may start getting certain abilities, enhanced senses, thinking they can read minds and the like. They're told that this is a danger, both to themselves and the people around them, and then there's always the fact that they go crazy and Calvin would argue that they don't, but his example isn't exactly the best example of sanity.]]


    He flinched as her fingers brushed the bruise, subconsciously reaching to push her hand away with his own battered fingers. He'd at least tried fighting back, the bruises were evident on his knuckles. He was waiting to see what she would do next, still trying to place where he knew her from, and deciding how quickly he could run if he had to. That wouldn't end well, there wasn't really any way he would get out of there at the moment.


    "Probably could of told you that." He muttered, reaching over to his broken instrument, the smile disappearing now. With a sigh, he went about disentangling the strings. They could potentially be reused, or at least come in handy, he decided, sticking them in his pocket. He would work on that later, but there wasn't really anyone who sold instruments anymore. None of that, the guitar was something he carried into the city when he could still fit in the case. She was trying to figure out what to do with him, he could tell, which was not something he needed- not someone getting into his affairs. Then again, could he really afford refusing help at this point?


    There, a decision, he saw it on her face. "Uh- well, I can s-sort of feel my toes so I figure, yeah." Things were clearing up now, just a little. He was also recognizing the cold more, trying not to shiver, as that hurt. On a fly decision, he stood up, leaning heavily against the wall beside him, shards of pain shooting through him- he laughed. A quiet little laugh, and not because anything was particularly funny, just the fact that he was surprised that he was standing, and how much taller he felt while doing so. The laugh ended in a quiet "ow-" and then after a moment, he looked at her "there's the answer. We should go. Before they come back, y'know." He reminded her, deciding that no, he wasn't going to pass out, that wasn't allowed. Not here.

    (That sounds awesome, so much better than zombies. :D)


    Vic heard him mutter something but since she hasn't been listening to him she had no clue what passed his lips, probably something smart. She felt another shiver slide through her body she shook her head slightly as if to fend off the chill of the night air. She couldn't help cast the male a disapproving scowl as he rose suddenly, that had to hurt. Sure enough he could stand up right but it looked agonizing doing so and the way he leaned against the wall behind him told her moving at a pace she would like was out of the question.


    When he laughed lightly she opened her mouth, as confusion shove in her eyes, ready to ask why he was laughing. He ended his laughter with an ow so she guessed it was in surprise or pain...being in pain tended to make you do unusual things she knew from experience. She ignored his words at first and looked him over head to toe before huffing out a cloud of warm air. He could stand but the real question was could he walk, the last thing she needed was him fainting on her. This was going to be one of those long nights wasn't it?


    Would Victorique leave him if he did pass out, probably not she hated guilt or adding any type of weight to her mind. It only proved to be troublesome later. She glanced down at the stuff on the ground vaguely wondering if he needed any of it, he didn't look like he had much either way. She could always come back later and get it she supposed. "We're going down that way." She pointed deeper into the alleyway. "It should not take too long but there are some rundown buildings farther in restricted part of the city, I live in one of those." The half truth more or less.


    "It going to be a bit of a hike so you can lean most of your weight on me." Vic was not the tallest girl around but she somewhat of an athletic build, between gymnastics, the gym, and martial arts she was fit enough. She had a lot of free time on her hands since her parents were often to busy doing whatever to take notice of her. "Which side hurts?" She indicated with a point to his left and right side, from the way he had stood she assumed there was something up ribs.



    [[Glad you like it, it's an idea that's been going around my head for a while]]


    That was a relief- she wasn't going to take him to a hospital. It'd be a task for both of them to explain what they were doing out so late, Calvin didn't have a sort of guardian to call- honestly, he'd been slipping under the radar for ages now. Him and a few friends, if you didn't cause noticeable trouble, then you didn't caught. Child care systems around here were probably just as bad as everything else. The down side to this was that there wasn't a lot of food, but then again, there wasn't a lot of food anywhere. Things didn't grow well when it was always cloudy.


    Thinking, he was too busy thinking, she'd asked him a question again hadn't she. It wasn't even the fact that every time he tried to shake the cold off it only ached worse- no, this was usually what happened. People said things and he'd miss them entirely, mind somewhere else. Of course, if he backtracked a bit, he could remember and answer. He just came across as a little slow sometimes, just staring at the person he was talking to as he tried to figure out what they said.


    "Down there." He echoed- bad time to mention he was scared of the dark, but that hadn't stopped him yet. It was walking through the lit areas that got him in trouble in the first place. He resisted the urge to add a response of 'Me too!' as she told him she lived in one of the restricted areas. Something pinged in the back of his mind- pinged, it was the best description he could come up with, thoughts always popped up out of nowhere and he filed them, letting them come up again some other time. His friend was sick, he had to get back to her soon. She'd probably be fine, but he didn't like leaving her just prone to anyone finding her. Which they wouldn't, she was safe, he had to keep telling himself that, she was going to be safe, sleeping off a fever. She'd probably feel better when he got back, but- his gaze drifted back to the girl as the thought slipped away again.


    Luckily, he didn't miss that question luckily, but he took a moment to consider it, glancing down as if for visual aid. He noted the tear in his shirt, and the fact that there was blood soaking through his shirt. Something sharp must have caught him at some point, and he decided that side, the left, was the one with more damage. He was taller than her, but he didn't see that being much of a problem, maybe he could walk on his own. Maybe. So he gave it a shot, wobbling as he stopped leaning against the wall and took a step. He did end up leaning on her some how, and he looked rather apologetic about it, briefly glancing upward. "..You ever notice you can't really see the sky much anymore? Stars I mean. Or blue sky." He remarked absently, mind wandering. Maybe he was a bit out of it still, things bouncing around in his mind, trying to locate a friend that he knew was gone, just because that was what he was used to doing. Keeping tabs on the people around him.

    [[If you read my info on my page, it should give enough of an explanation of what I am..]

    [font=arial](( I'm loving this idea, just from reading your roleplay posts! Is it okay if I jump in? Also, would there be any way that I could play a character who is infected, but avoided being eliminated by the authorities and is hiding in the city? Perhaps my character could befriend or meet up with your two characters and share his/her secret? I think that would be a good way to stir up some conflict. If not, then that's ok too! ))

    ( :)I like the idea, it sounds like fun, though it's Star's decision.)
    Victorique had been staring off into the distance, both arms were crossed over chest in a gesture of inpatients or boredom was yet to be confirmed. She wondered if her father noticed she was gone yet, most likely he did and mostly she there was a feed going through the city, and where ever else his money got, in search of her. It was all the more that she wanted to get to the restricted area, no one ever thought to look for her there because of course it would be frightening for a girl of her statues to even think about going to. Idiots. Those who ruled the government were far stupider than every one believed, perhaps once she was in charge things would change.


    She snapped her head to the right when the silence that had settled had broken and the boy spoke up, a wave of brief amusement slipped over her feature and pulled her lips into a stunning smile. The way he spike it sounded like he was a little fearful of the dark, why this had her smiling she didn't it just sounded funny to her. "Don't worry I won't let anything get you." The tone was light and teasing as she rose to stand up at her full height, not that she was could get any taller than she already was. She returned her eyes back to him while watching him try and walk on his own. This wasn't going to work, no matter how he tried walking without assistance was going to be painful and slow.


    Vic moved to his right seeing that the left was worse than than the right, she let him drape his right arm around her shoulder and carefully hooked her other arm on the lower part of his waist, doing her best not to touch his injuries. She tensed the muscles in her legs and placed most of the combined weight there. Compared to her older brother he was rather light and much easier to move around, the height didn't bother her much just had her wishing she wasn't so short. She took notice of the apologetic glance and flashed him a reassuring smile, she didn't really mind she was use to this by now.


    Vic had thought they would be traveling in silence so when she heard his voice she jumped a little bit. The question caught her off guard since she didn't really know what to say. She turned to gaze at him for a moment as he looked upward with a hint of interest in her blue orbs. She tilted her head and glanced at the sky, seeing that what he said was true. "I've never noticed it before..." She muttered softly before returning her eyes to the path. The pace was almost agonizingly slow to her but she wasn't use to have beat company with her, not that she minded any type of company was better than being alone right?



    "I'm not worried. Already had my fair share of bad luck tonight." He remarked lightly. He was fairly certain there wasn't going to be anything in the shadows, the dangers were in the light now days. Absently, as he focused on not falling over, or passing out- passing out would be bad, but it could be easier. Maybe she'd leave him there, he'd wake up in the morning, or at least, he would hopefully wake up. There would be the occasional discover, some poor sap that didn't make it through the night. Usually people like him, people that didn't exist, people without official jobs. Calvin himself usually took whatever job he could scrape up, unloading supplies from the trucks. Green busses for people, green trucks for supplies, shipped into the city from who-know-where.


    It was a bit easier to walk, leaning on someone. Warmer too honestly, but he was loosing track of his thoughts, staring up at the sky. "When I was little I used to think they'd just gone out. Got older, and realized, Nah. Just clouds. Ash. Dunno where it's coming from." He said calmly, not sounding like he was entirely there. He was a bit out of it still. Things kept going around in his head, questions kept being asked until he managed to provide an answer. Most of them were easy, reminding himself where he was, what he was doing and where he was going.


    He looked down from the sky, shrugging, as if this wasn't really important. Which it wasn't, it didn't matter that they couldn't see the stars. They didn't see the stars in most cities, even before the walls, but... Before the walls, that was an interesting thought. That wasn't even that long ago, he had been born outside the walls. They were considered safety though, people could be watched, checked for signs of change. That's what the theory was anyways, lump everyone together, and they were safer, but only because they were all controlled. Controlled. Of course. Didn't matter at the moment though, he just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other, easy.


    [[Go for it, that would be great. Thanks for asking ^^ and I do think I'll close off the thread to anymore newcomers now, I think this is about the right amount, feel free to have more than one character folks.]]

    [font=arial]That was where Calvin was wrong. There was something in the shadows, and it was moving quick.


    Felicity raced down the alleyways, the shadows her only cover. She was panting, her chest heaving and her legs pumping as fast as they could go. Her head was filled with a medley of different things—smells, sounds, voices. Oh, the voices! They were not her own!


    Felicity glanced briefly over her shoulder. Sirens wailed in the near distance. She yelped slightly and picked up her pace. It was strange, she looked human, as human as anyone else in the city, but she was moving at a pace that could not be fathomed by a natural human's legs.


    Felicity burst out onto the open street, quiet, dark and empty—wait, scratch that last part! Ahead of her, she saw two people. She broke off into a jog, approaching them with haist.


    "Excuse me!" She whispered urgently, tugging on the girl's arm. The boy was slumped slightly, hardly able to carry his own weight. "Miss, please, may I borrow your jazcket? Please, just for a moment?" She glanced over her shoulder, her teeth clenching as she heard the sirens getting nearer. "Please?" She looked at the girl with a pleading look. Her long blonde hair was French braided down her back, her eyes were wide and dark blue, like the mysterious depths of an ocean unexplored.


    (Hope this is okay :) Please excuse any grammatical errors, I'm such on mobile for the time being.))

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    (What kind of abilities are the infected allowed to have? I want to make Vic a brother, he'll be infected natural that will be a secret, I kind of what to make him a shapeshifter otherwise I can think of something else. Vic and Luc will be my main characters, since one guy and girl is nice number, and than I'll probably add a few bad guys like I'm make the head scientist of the facility the infected are going to and I'm debating on how their dad should fit in ...)


    Victorique kept her eyes in front of her, avoid the left over garbage and whatnot on the ground. As she led them farther into the shadows the worse the debry got. The restricted zone had no one in it so one could expert to find trash and objects on the path. She was concentrating on where the easy way was to get him around larger objects in the way, yet managed to listen to him talk at the same time. She guessed he was right about the bad luck, she highly doubted it was his fault he got beat in the first place. She barely knew him and she had drawn that he was a little unusual but not a bad guy to be around.


    The darkness seemed to dim a bit more as they left the ally and moved into a more open road way, smaller buildings and what use to be houses littered the area. It had been lively here at one point in time, people had been happy here until the infection began now nobody barely remembered this place. As she headed deeper into the restricted zone she found what she was looking for a large run down house. It looked like a piece of crap on the outside, broken windows, holes, hanging borders and so on, not a place someone like her to be in. It made the perfect hideout though. She found herself glancing up at the sky again when he spoke, it was nit something she ever took notice of she knew now she was going to be looking for stars and whatnot every time the night drifted into sight.


    The sound of hurried feet drew her away from this fruitless search, she didn't notice where or when she had shown up but she was suddenly beside her and tugging on the sleeve of her arm in an urgent manner. Had she not been balancing her weight along with the boy's she might of cuff the girl over the head for tugging on her arm. It reminded her of her younger family members who did the same thing when she ignored them. Instead though she ran her eyes over the girl with open curiosity, yet another stranger in need of assistance. The pledging gaze had her sighing heavily and with some difficulty she managed to take her jacket off without having the put to much weight on his injures. "Here." She held out her jacket to the strange girl, now shivering worse than before.


    Vic just wanted to get inside and at least heat up, she could tend to the boy's wounds and hopefully get something in her belly before to long. Victorique glanced over the girl's to gaze behind her into the distance, there were the sounds of sirens not uncommon, but it sounded like they were getting closer...that was odd. She returned her eyes to blonde and frowned at her, wondering just what she was up to and what trouble she had brought with her.

    [font=arial](I'm wondering too. If I roleplay anything that is not in their capabilities range, just let me know, Star.)


    Felicity quickly took the girl's jacket and slid it over her shoulders, pushing her arms into the sleeves. She pulled the hood over her head and tucked her hands into the pockets of the jacket, turning her back to the road and her front to face Vic and Calvin.


    Felicity, despite her big, cat-like eyes was not a mere girl. She was a woman, a few months into her 18th birthday. She was a bit on the shorter side, standing only five foot seven, but had long legs and the calculating mind of Cauis Cassius. Felicity glanced at Vic's face, but only momentarily. She already knew what she was thinking. She didn't have to see the girl's facial expression, she felt her emotions in waves.


    A few moments later, two military trucks came whizzing down the street past them. The sirens originated from them, but the men in the vehicles didn't so much as even glance at Vic, Felicity, and Calvin: this was odd, of course, considering it was past curfew. It seemed as though the officials had more important priorities.


    As soon as the vehicles were out of sight and the scream of the sirens was reduced to a low echo in the distance, Felicity slid Vic's jacket off. "Thanks," she said, her brow furrowed. She had very cat-like features that made her look almost predatory in a sort of gentle way. Her cheek bones were sculpted, yet soft. Her nose was a gentle slope and her lips were plump and pink, though busted on one side where she may have been hit or punched. Her eyebrows were thick and then tapered to thin, arching up and then back down. But her eyes were by far the most cat-like, with small, round pupils surrounded by irises that were so deep you could almost get lost in them if you stared to long. Piercing, sharp.


    Something about her was strange, different. Not necessarily in the way that she looked, but in the vibe she gave off. Something out of place.

    Calvin squinted at the house for a moment, wondering if this was where she meant to be going. "Hey- uh, you do know where...uh..." Trailing off, he listened to the approaching sirens, obviously spooked, though they wouldn't be looking for him. His mind jumped to home, or at least, where he stayed. They wouldn't find it, of course not, well hidden and not under any sort of suspect. She'd be fine, they wouldn't find her. Still, subconsciously, he moved away from Vic as the exchange with her coat took place. He managed to the wall, luckily for his pride, but shuddered and stopped there, like a car out of gas. The world felt like it was spinning around him, like he was threatening to go flying off of it's surface.


    When had he fallen over? At some point, the world turned on its side, he was back on the ground. Had he been dreaming? No, they were standing over there. He'd been staring in the same direction that the lights passed by, and he froze, waiting for them to stop. This was it, he was doomed, caught for the last time, they were going to take him away and he was going to disappear like the rest of them. Gone.


    Gone, he was out, after making an attempt to stand again. When just breathing hurt, standing was- well, a pain. His mind decided it didn't want to deal with anymore that, so it shut down on him, which would of been surprisingly more comfortable- except he wasn't exactly conscious to enjoy it.


    [[sorry if that's a bit short, anyways, yeah. The powers are pretty varied, and usually an infected will only have one abnormality, maybe some enhanced skills. His friend for instance, reads minds, though she's actually pretty bad at focusing in on any one person. A power isn't always something that the receiver can control, so the government is kind of on the right track, they can be dangerous.]]

    [font=arial]"Woah, woah, hey," Felicity quickly reached out and nudged her way under Calvin's other shoulder as he blacked out, helping Vic support his limp body. The smell of blood on him was so over whelming to Felicity's in-tune nose, so much more potent then it was to an average human being.


    "He needs medical assisstance," said Felicity, able to hold Calvin quite easily despite being much smaller than him. She looked at Vic, her breath escaping her lips in gentle gasps, her eyes searching the other girl's face, though her own face seemed like a stone, so void of emotions of her own.


    She looked forward at the house, assuming that it had been their original destination. A perfect shelter, she thought. Well, not perfect, but better than standing out in the open streets until the officers realized something was fishy and came back this way. "Let's get him inside.."

    He was awake- sort of. Sort of awake, it wasn't the same as the brief darkness, but it was not him being awake either. Everything was moving differently, he heard the others words from far away, from down a tunnel with water rushing through. Rushing water, he was going to drift away, drown, smashed against the rocks, he remembered vaguely as a small child. He fell in the river, tumbling over and over through the rapids until someone managed to grab him, pulling him out like a half-drowned rat. Out of the water, he could breath, just a memory, everything was fine. Just fine, he just hurt, but he hadn't been in the river.


    Medical Assistance, that meant a hospital, didn't it? He was going to say something against that, but it came out as a soft mutter, something that could be anything. No, words were going to work about as well as his legs right then. But hospitals were bad news, bad business, people disappeared in hospitals, and they didn't just die. All the people who came in on the green busses, they always went to the hospitals, right to the hospitals where they were checked out. They disappeared, usually. Gone, he'd seen them, people that were perfectly healthy didn't come back out, only sometimes. Sometimes someone got out, someone was released with a handful of others. Hospitals were bad news.


    Inside, that sounded better, that sounded a bit better. He could let himself go to sleep then. Wake up in the morning and leave, if that was going to be possible, he should be fine in the morning, he had to check on his friend, his friend, what if they found her? They were looking, that's what the sirens had been, the people looking for someone. They wouldn't of found her, maybe someone tipped them off- But who would do that? No one knew, no one would of known.