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"He can't have gone too far, we were only a few moments behind him." Fior murmured as she peered up and down the street from just outside the gate. Karr didn't look so sure though.
"The Silverstone house isn't far from here though, he could've run home from here in moments. Especially if he phased." He'd never seen Jesse in lion form, probably just like he hadn't seen Karr in tiger form. It would've been an interesting moment.

Before any more thoughts could be bounced between them, Karr heard the faint ring of the telephone in the hallway. He rushed inside, Fior following not far behind him. Answering the phone with a casual greeting, only to hear the voice of the Silverstone's main servant on the other end of the line, asking that Jesse came home. Karr's brow furrowed as he was told that Mr. Silverstone wanted Jesse home now.
"But, he left our house around twenty minutes ago?" He replied, a rather confused tone to his voice. Jesse only lived fifteen minutes away. He could've just been walking slowly.

"Lord Silverstone will not be pleased. Do you know where he went?"

Karr thought for a moment, Jesse hadn't specified where he was going. He just rushed out after... the explosion.
"Uhh..." He hesitated for a moment, "No, he didn't. There was a disturbance outside the house while he was here though," He tried to explain, "Before I could stop him, he stormed out. When we followed him outside, he wasn't in the garden or along the street. He didn't even say goodbye. I'm sorry, but I don't know where he went."

Roland sighed heavily, knowing that there would be trouble.
"Thank you for your help, master Tamesis." He said solemnly, before hanging up the phone.

As soon as Karr put down the phone, he moved towards the door, pushing Fior out with him and this time closing the door quietly behind him.
"What are you doing Karr?" Fior asked, though her brother quickly hushed him.

"Jesse hasn't got home yet. His father's demanding for him to return home, but he is not here and we don't know where he went. He ran off after the explosion..." He paused for a moment as he waited for the information sunk in deep enough for Fior to figure out the rest on her own. Though judging by the blank expression on her face, she still hadn't put the pieces of the puzzle together. He did curse her slow mentality. She always needed to be told the full picture. "Which means he could've been ambushed while we were not there to help him...?"

Shock plastered itself onto Fior's face as she finally understood, eyes wide with worry.
"What are we going to do?!" She asked, glancing round the front garden to check that everything was still quiet and that there was nothing lurking in the shadows, only looking back to her brother as he spoke again.
"I'm going to go try and find him," He told her, "But I want you to go elsewhere. It might still be dangerous for you to go searching, even with me. I don't want to leave you here with Dad angry too. Go to a friend's house or something? And if Dad calls, don't answer it. Answer me though, 'kay?"

Fior nodded a little, already knowing where she was going to go. She had to go somewhere where nobody would think to look for her, and could only think of one person, though it would be a great risk to their safety if she was found with them.
"Let's go." Karr said, leading the way from their front garden. The pair went in the same direction for a while, till Karr broke off in an attempt to find the possibly wandering White Lion.

Fior wandered across the streets till she found herself in the poorer areas of town. She made her way up to the middle of a terrace block, knocking at a bright red door using the dull silver letterbox. She waited awkwardly on the doorstep for a few moments, before the door was opened a little, another tall figure standing in the doorway, dark eyes looking down at her with surprise.
"Fior!" Gray declared, having not expected the girl to turn up on her doorstep after days without texts.

She looked up at him with an awkward smile, knowing full well that she should've at least text him on the way asking if it was okay to drop by. It looked like he'd just got home from work, black shirt unbuttoned to the point where it hung loose around his chest enough to see the tattoo to the right of it. He looked tired too.
"Hi, Grayson." She still called him by his full name. Something he'd just about gotten used to. "Things are not going well at home tonight, is it okay if I hang around with you for a while?" She asked, her voice not so much of a nervous whisper anymore now that she was with a friend. She tried to stop herself from checking either side of the street to see that she wasn't being watched - the last thing she needed was Gray getting worried.

Gray was still a little surprised by her sudden appearance. He knew that she often had a hard time at home, and so was not surprised that she wanted to get away for a little while. It was good to see that she was well, except for the usual plasters that were dotted on her person due to her constant tripping. He nodded a little as she asked if she could stay for a while, opening the door wider and stepping aside so that she could come in.
"Of course," He said, "Just go straight upstairs, the family are hogging downstairs again. I'll bring us up tea, yeah?"

Fior cringed at the sound of tea, the roars of her father returning to her ears. She gently shook her head
"No tea for me thanks, I spilt the last lot all over Dad's paperwork. It was not a pretty sight." She said, not wanting to have a repeat moment at his house. Gray nodded a little, closing the door as Fior made her way inside, following her up as she clambered up the stairs towards his room.