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After a crowd of people stepped off, the bus finally departed. Whether anyone from the mass had once been a part of C-Class was anyone's guess. The bus stop was crowded. New York City was crowded. It would be difficult to pick someone out in the sea of heads. And it would be very easy for someone to get lost. No doubt, one would not be surprised if some of the group had stayed on the bus, whether on accident or on purpose. There had already been tensions at the house. With stakes rising, some might have found that sticking to themselves, or at the very least, creating a group where an arrogant-looking Asian man capable of quipping one-liners that had already been said was not the leader.

Either way, one thing was for certain. The bus drove off, the crowd disintegrated, and the once large group of 11 had dwindled to a much smaller size...leaving behind only 3, maybe 4 or 5 survivors, behind....

Jay wasn't going to wait anymore. If they stayed out here much longer, they would attract attention to themselves. The only people he was certain had gotten off were Erin and Lizzy, though he could have sworn he had seen Sage in the mix as well....everyone else had either scattered, gotten off at the wrong stop, or stayed on the bus for whatever reason.

Well, they were their own problem now. Jay was no Dodge Evans.

"The task of the leader is to get his people from where they are to where they have not been." Jay mused out loud, hands in his pockets and turning down a street, "Well, I can say for a fact that you...have definitely...not....been to....my...The Apartment!"

Not his best string of words, but the best for now. At least all his borrowed voices were male. If everyone came, he could probably fit them...it'd be a squeeze, but it could work. He wasn't going to force anyone if they didn't want to either. He continued walking, not checking behind him, only watching what was in front, reading the signs back home.