Ace's POV:
Constant ringing of my phone managed to wake me up from my slumber. I slowly looked around, my first thoughts were that my eyes were still closed because it was really dark.

But after blinking few times I understood that it was simply past midnight. I rubbed my hands together, weather was drastically cold now.

Ringing of the phone brought me back to reality. I picked my phone squinting my eyes at its high brightness I picked up the phone.

"Ace! Where the hell are you man? I have been calling you for past hour." Mason loud yet worrying voice came from the other side of the line.

I groaned as my hungover caught up with my head. "I am alive, I thought you wouldn't wait for me?" I said in an effort to drive out a chuckle from him.

"I wasn't waiting. I woke up to get water and your ads wasn't back at house yet. I got worried man. We all are not in a good state of mind." He sighed not knowing how to end his sentences.

I sighed understanding his worries. " I am sorry, I am on my way go get some sleep." I said and we hung up.

I was relying on Mason too much. Yes, I am grieving but aren't we all? He needs a space to grieve too. But instead he is worrying over me.

He is afraid that I will do something to harm myself. He knows that I have done it before. I wouldn't hesitate do it again.

But ending my life is totally different thing. It would add more pressure to guys shoulder. I couldn't do it to them. I simply can not disappoint them by doing it.

Chance wouldn't want me to do it. Even though she was smoking which was her way of self harming. I guess we got along because of that. We didn't give a shit about ourselves but we cared for others with our whole hearts.

I chuckled at that thought of mine. Luckily I managed to find a cab and gave him the address.

My headache was getting stronger and I hugged myself to stop cold from getting in any further.

Cab parked, I managed to pay him with shaky hands and I got out. I saw the lights in the kitchen being turned on. Mason was waiting for me to get back like a disappointed parent.

The door was open and I walked inside and sighed thankfully as warmness of the house welcomed me.

I made my way into the kitchen and saw Mason standing on the doorway with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

I gave him a look and we both burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter. This laughter was coming from the depths of our sorrow and was inspired with our helplessness.

Narrator:

Night was quiet with only red and blue lights disturbing it quietness. Due to neighbors getting angry, police have turned down the noise they were causing. They shut down the noice of their cars and tried to keep their walkie- talkie noise to a minimum.

Few days have passed after all. It wasn't right to keep searching empty space and make so much noise. Especially in the middle of the night.

Police keep hoping that culprit/vigilante would come back and they were hoping to catch him/her.

Light shone through the empty space which wasn't covered by the curtain. Noise of movement was heard from that room.

"It is nice working with you." Was heard between the random mumbles in the dream.

"Babe, you good?" Another unfamiliar voice interrupted the night terrors.

Bed creaked as the sleeping figure rose to the fit. Deep breaths and panting filled in the silent room.

It was like this for past few days. Or past few months. Time wasn't easily understood by our sleeper.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" A slow whisper was heard between the deep breathes.

Meanwhile on the other side of New York city, two boys were sitting under the tree with their arms being put around each other.

Tall and muscular one was leaning on skinny one, from the side it looked weird. But Max and Tony were feeling really comfortable around each other.

Tony kept playing with Max's hair trying to sooth his pain. In a way he was trying to understand his pain, feel a sympathy to his pain.

Even though Tony wasn't really close with Chance, he still felt small pain in his chest. It was pain of losing another soul in this world.

"I think I am slowly getting a grasp of it. I mean, at first I was angry at her for leaving and doing this without talking with us at first. But now, thinking about it more and putting myself in her shoes made me view the situation better. I guess this had to be done." Max continued his rant of feelings as Tony listened to him closely.

"She wanted to solve this. For all of you. That fucker Felix really did disturb all of us." Tony reasoned with him.

"That bastard deserved everything that happened to him. All of this- the name being dragged around everywhere, the remains of body being sent to chemical testings and many other awful things. But Chance, she didn't deserve it. None of it. I mean everyone is searching her DNA, trying to prove a point about bad guys, trying to drag her name around, using it in every argument. She wasn't that bad. She is-was better than Felix." Max said and corrected himself which really made him feel worse.

"It is really sad. When can you get access to her .... remains?" Tony tried to phrase it lightly to not upset Max even more.

" Jason tried it today but there are too many cops around, even in the night. They are guarding the places-the old house, the hospital all of this places are being highly guarded." Max explained.

"Is it in hospital?" Tony asked. "We don't know for sure. It is hard to find the remains in that mess of a blow. They only find the partly remains of Felix, from what they told to media. There are no proof that they found Rose's remains." Max said with saddened voice.

He hated that her friend had suffered this. If she was supposed to die, Max wished, that she would have died more peacefully, without getting blown into million pieces.

He shook his head and leaned closer to Tony. He needed his comfort, and Tony was hoping that Max would let him comfort him.

Along the road that was leading out of the park and to the houses and apartments. In one of those apartments there was another pair that was leaning on each other for comfort. Blair had already cried out her sorrow, she was now empty of tears. While Jason was furious, furious with police, furious with stupid people who were using her name as an excuse and reason to partying, furious with himself, for not being able to get inside that hospital.

But deep down in his head and heart, he wasn't furious he was sad and was feeling pretty shitty. "I can only imagine what Ace is going through." He said as he laid closer to Blair.

Blair nodded in agreement. "Tomorrow, we can try to sneak into the place of accident. I heard that Police is planning to escort Felix's remain from the hospital, knowing that gang members would try to sneak there to get something.

Jason nodded." Then tomorrow it is."