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Falcon had a point. No matter who they were, everyone needed a reason to fight. Those with no reason didn't fight at all. Erika had no reason, yet she fought against criminals..."Hey, can I ask a favor? Do you know of somewhere I can stay for the night? I don't like the idea of sleeping on the side of the road..."

Erika laughed. "It's not like I'm asking you to put me in a five-star hotel, I'm only asking for a place to stay while I get my life sorted out." Erika had been fired from a lot of day jobs, and was wondering if anyone was willing to hire her. Regardless, she needed a job for the money. Erika was broke for the time being.

Derek ran through the streets, but he felt his strength begin to waver. He was soon losing his balance, stumbling at super speed. He knew he wouldn't make it to the hospital. Feeling light headed and sick, he ran toward the only person he'd ever relied on in recent times: Anselm.
By the time he got to Anselm's place, his head was swimming, a sea of colors twirling out of control before his eyes. He knocked on the door weakly before collapsing.

After he caught her hand, Falcon reached down with his free hand down to his belt. He lightly pressed one of the buttons on his belt and a swirling feeling came upon both. To a novice, it would feel quite dizzy. However, Anselm had gotten used to the sensation over time. It was his frequent manner of travel to and fro.

"Here we are," he said, releasing her hand. He turned around to dinky computer and a sofa in background. Nearby stood a mini fridge. Light bulbs hung off the walls. Everything was powered by a generator which could be heard working in the background, whirling and wheezing. How he managed to power the huge thing was a mystery. Being an engineer had its advantages.

"If you do need more peculiar facilities," he began after he turned to look at her, "You may use the outdoors," he said, then walked away. He came back soon with a roll of toilet paper.

"I'm sure you understand."

"I do not have a bed, but that sofa-bed should fit your needs," he said, gesturing to the sofa in the background.

"Is there anything else you wish to know? I must leave," he explained, anxious to return home.

"There's some snacks in the mini fridge. It's behind that column of stone, across the sofa-bed," he detailed, walking over to the mentioned space.

He bent low behind the column, out of her sight. His claws clicked on the surface as he gripped the fridge and dragged it backward just enough so that it was in plain view.

"If that is all, I won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he said, after he turned to look at Erika from a distance. After waiting for a reply, he reached down to his belt.

"Simple, common sense," he answered, then he hovered his finger over his belt. With a single press, he disappeared.

Back in his bedroom, he heard someone knocking on the door. He took off the mask, hid it in the closet, and started towards the door. In the other bedroom, down the hall, he heard his room mate snoring.

"Hmm, how could it be at this late a night," he wondered out loud.

Once at the door, he asked, "Who is it?" He feinted sleep as he asked the question.

He heard nothing, but wished to investigate further. After taking the locks off, he opened the door. He heard a thud as the kid's unconscious body fully hit the floor.

"Oh my god," he said.

Quickly, he carefully turned Derek's body over. After doing so, he bent down, put his hands under Derek, and dragged him into the living room. He lifted the body and placed it on a recliner. He turned quickly and locked the door.

He ran into the bathroom to look for a first-aid kit.