What David didn't know was that he wasn't the only one.

Paul came to with the worst headache he had ever had. It was dark, slimy…everything smelled foul around him. He let out a string of muffled curses and pulled himself to his feet dizzily. Stone walls, darkness, water everywhere…smell like….like…shit. "Oh you have got to be kidding me." Paul winced through the pain in his chest. He was in the sewer. He plodded forward. There had to be a manhole cover or something, somewhere.

As he stumbled along in the dark, trying to hold his breath and think at the same time (which wasn't working), Paul wondered if anyone else had made it, for one reason or another. He reached out with the Pack bond. There was no response. Wait. He tried again. For some reason, he couldn't connect with it. That didn't make sense. Vampires in a pack could always communicate with one another. Sigh. He had suspected that Max would come and crash their party…what if Michael and those kids had killed him? Wouldn't all the Boys be dead, too?

Paul was smarter than he chose to portray himself, but right now he felt like he was at the level of a five-year old. He tried to remember the lineages of his packmates, but family trees weren't his best subject. "Ok…David was sired by…hmm, I don't know, but Max became his guardian or something so he had Max's blood. We all have Max's blood. Okay. Ummm. Dwayne and Marko only had Max as their sire. Mine is….." Paul stopped talking to himself and realized he had mentally trod on territory he had swore he would never go onto again. "Blah. Forget about it. I'm here, that's all I need to know." He mumbled to himself, trying to summon up his normal sense of nonchalance. It didn't quite come.

He walked smack into a wall. "Yow!" Not just a wall. A service ladder! Those lead up to the manholes! "Yeeeeahhh that's RIGHT!" Paul crowed gleefully and climbed up. He reached the top and heaved on the manhole. "Come oooooooon" With a heavy screech the cover lifted. Light blasted into Paul's eyes with such intensity that he yelped, falling all the way back down the service ladder. Daylight. He checked himself all over for burns…Nothing. His brow furrowed. Paul was not used to the feeling of confusion. He climbed up again and gingerly held his hand in the path of the light. Nothing. He reached farther up. Still nothing. With a deep breath, he pushed the cover back all the way and stuck his head out. He squinted and realized quite a few people were staring at a strange-looking young man poking his head out of the sewer. Not knowing whether to feel embarrassed or thankful, Paul heaved himself out and smiled sheepishly. "Er…. No worries people….no, er, crocodiles down there." He turned quickly and went towards the cave. If anyone else was, for any reason, still alive, they would be there. And maybe they could explain to him what the hell was going on.