Ste had heard the news. When he woke up and saw the look on Dennis face, saw he had the paper open. It had been days since Brendan had broken out of prison and he found himself wondering the streets alone, at night, down alleys. Dangerous I know but he needed to be alone if he was to be found by the one man who made every ounce of him react. Its not like he could go to the flat and find him there. That had been destroyed.

He knew Brendan was a killer. He hadn't had time to react to that when he had been shot all those months ago. But now he thought of it. How come he killed all those people? Only Danny did he know about, and that was for him. His Nan? Was that for him? No! Walker he wasn't so bothered about, his dad less bothered. And who was that other guy. Joel's dad. He couldn't make any sense of it. So why didn't he go home? Why was he yet again on the street, in the dark, all alone? Because he just had to see him.

Stood on the corner, leaning against the wall. He just stood there and leaned his head back against the wall. Looking around whenever there was a ruffle. Of leaves, foot steps, voice. Every time he heard something he hoped it was him. It never was. It was just a bunch of people. Either going out or going home. This was getting stupid. Thinking to himself, Ste stood up straight and stretched then decided he would go home. Slow of course, just in case Brendan was following him. He hoped he knew where he was living now if he had been following. But he doubted that as he never came over to him. And why wouldn't he? He was alone most of the time. If Brendan had seen him, why didn't he come over? It was because he wasn't there. For all he knew, he was on a ferry somewhere.

As he got around the corner to his house a dark shadow came up behind him and made him jump. Turning around, Ste saw it was blessing. Making a joke about him jumping out his skin, she went to the door, then waited for him to come, expecting him to come in. finding no reason not to, Ste went in with her.

Laying in bed that night, Ste made a promise to himself. He wouldn't hold any hope to see Brendan. If he wanted to find him, he would find a way. Falling asleep, he dreamed of him. This was as close he would get.

Too be continued.