"Jesus?" Nathan questioned Simon, as they stood in front of the community center. Nathan had been his last stop after scouring the area. "Yeah, I know him. This prick who's taken up residence here. It's like, occupido, you know?"

"He's here?" Simon said, his jaw clenching.

"Woah, Barry. Easy," Nathan said with a laugh. "What do you need him for? Hot little something on the side, yeah? You dirty girl."

"That's not funny, Nathan," Simon replied. "Is. He. Here."

"Not. Right. Now." Nathan said, copying Simon's deliberately slowed speech. "Why. Are. We. Talking. Like. William. Shatner."

"This is important, Nathan. He has to pay," he ground out.

"Pay for what?" Nathan said, straightening.

"It's not my place to say," Simon replied, pacing slightly. "He hurt someone I care about. That's all I can tell you."

"He's here in the morning's. He holds mass, or whatever those religious types do. Wakes me up at the crack of dawn - and unless it's a front crack, it's just not worth it. Am I right?"

"Thank you," Simon said sincerely.

"If you... y'know, need help, we're all still here," Nathan threw out awkwardly, then quickly busied himself lighting a cigarette. "Just let us know. We can all unite forces again - after all, been a while since we had to hide a body together. That really bonds you."

Nodding absently, Simon left Nathan and headed back to his flat. He'd find Jesus in the morning, and then he'd kill him - and then... he would be left floundering, trying to piece Alisha back together. Despite being able to feel all his strength and resolve pulsating through him with every thought, every step now, he just felt powerless... useless.

Finally reaching home he took a deep breath before opening the door and stepped in quietly. He expected to find her on the bed, maybe crying, or maybe back in the shower - maybe still in the shower. He didn't know. He certainly hadn't expected be coming home to an empty flat. But Alisha had never really been predictable.

Sighing, Simon walked towards the bed where he spotted a little yellow note, folded five or six times. She had left it on his pillow. Sitting down, he ran a hand through his hair and unfolded it. He began to feel dread pulling at his stomach.

Simon,
I don't really have the words to explain this. I think it's best if we take a step back. A big step back. I still want to be friends though. I just need some time to myself. Please don't contact me until I get a hold of you. I just... I need some time. You know? Don't worry about me, I've moved back in with my parents for now. Take care of yourself.
-Alisha.

Digging the heels of his hands into his eyes, he tried to wish the tears back. Gathering his resolve he stood up and left his flat, heading towards Alisha's house. It was now he yearned to have his power back, to be able to sit with her, make sure she was okay... but all he could do was look up at her window, lights turned off.