He slept on the floor that night. It wasn't the most comfortable place but Tweak had fallen asleep almost immediately in his bed and disturbing him seemed like it would have been cruel. Grabbing a couple of pillows and blankets made for a decent enough nest, though it wasn't like Craig had gotten around to heading to sleep anytime soon; there was a school assignment he still had to finish up, and he found he couldn't resist doing a few searches for any news stories on 'escaped hospital patients' in the area.

Nothing. Which was the same result when he tried to search for Tweak Tweek, or any of the Tweek's. The former was what Craig had been expecting, but the latter was a little more unnerving. Craig furrowed his brow as he frowned down at his laptop before glancing over at the other's sleeping form. Tweak should have had some sort of web presence. Hadn't he at least made a facebook account back when they were in middle school? Craig could have even sworn being his friend on it and yet… nothing.

It was unnerving but there was nothing that Craig could do about it right now. What, shake Tweak awake and demand to know why he hadn't done anything notable over the past several years that would've been worth an article online, or why he hadn't kept up on Facebook or some sort of blog? Even just the thought was enough to have the dark-haired male snorting as he shut his laptop.

Maybe Tweak's parents had gotten divorced and his mom got a new last name and that was what Tweak used now. Maybe Tweak went by a different name online. Maybe there were a hundred of reasonable explanation that Craig could come up with off the top of his head that would excuse away the lack of results. No reason to make this into a big deal.

- it was something he had meant to ask Tweak about in the morning, at the least. Meant to, though Craig found himself waking up with barely five minutes to get up and out if he wanted to catch the bus to school. He had an alarm set to go off on his phone, but it must have glitched and got set to close to forty five minutes later.

Tweak was already up, sitting cross legged on the bed and watching Craig curiously as the other frantically dashed about to get ready. The sight of him was enough to cause Craig to pause as he was grabbing his backpack: "Hey, grab some food from the kitchen if you get hungry, and clean up and shower if you feel up to it. You can play video games or whatever if you get bored until I get back." The statement was followed up with a vague gesture towards the small tv setup on top of the dresser, with the cords of a gamestation forming a visible knot on the ground below it.

The blond's response was a vague smile and a nod. "Okay Craig. Thanks."

It was an uneventful trip to school, spent just scrolling through the pictures on his camera as he tuned out the chatter around him. On the best of days Craig found it hard to really care about what his classmates were talking about, and today was… not a bad day, honestly. It was just that there were plenty of other things that seemed far more important.

Like making sure he had a good shot to show Miss Wilson. And like thinking about what he was going to do with the teenage boy that had suddenly taken up residency in his room.

School had changed a lot since they had been in elementary school. Homeroom was a thing of the past and the once familiar faces that he had seen every day had become occasional occurrences. Wendy took photography with him and Butters was in his chem class, but otherwise he really only saw a handful of the 'gang' during lunch or after school.

He didn't even get to see all of them today, either. Butters was absent, something that was a bit unusual for him - but there was a stomach virus going around so it wasn't something that anyone really batted an eye at - and Cartman was gone too, off on some family trip with his mom to… honestly, Craig had no idea. The comings and goings of Fatass were pretty low on his list of priorities. All it meant was that lunch would be hassle free.

The only time he was really forced into interaction was during photography. Partnering up was Miss Wilson's favorite way to get the students to grade assignments for her, even though it was undoubtedly their least favorite way to go over anything. Craig and Wendy had formed an uneasy alliance at the start of the term that had boiled down to 'don't talk about my pictures outside of class and I won't talk about yours' and it had worked out fairly well. They might have even been forming something of a friendship, if Craig was really one to do friendships.

"So… what inspired your pictures?" One of the standard questions that had to be asked. It was coupled with a small smile was Wendy, a little 'I hate having to say this and I know you hate having to answer this.' Craig rolled his eyes in return, though it was clear that his frustration wasn't aimed at her.

"The due date."

A snort and a giggle as Wendy continued to flick through them. "Well, the due date was apparently very inspiring. They're actually not half bad, if a little rushed. See these blurred spots?" She tilted the camera and pointed towards the screen, taking care not to actually tap it. "You can tell you were barely stopped and that you moved immediately after taking the picture. Try to give yourself a little more time to stand still and breathe."

"Right. I'll keep that in mind next time I'm standing outside and freezing my ass off. I just need to go slow and take my time."

This time it was Wendy's turn to roll her eyes before she started to hand the camera back to Craig. She paused, brow furrowing as she looked at the final picture on the camera roll. "... why do you have a picture of Butters? What was he doing out there so that?"

"What?" Alarmed for a variety of reasons, Craig snatched the camera back from her. It was the last picture he had taken, the one he had snapped when he had turned to see Tweak. It grossly illuminated his face making his already pale features seem even more washed out, and so up close it was hard to make out just what he was (or rather, wasn't) wearing. It… did look a little bit like Butters, as blurry and out of focus as it was. Without knowing who the actual subject of the picture was…

"It wasn't Butters."

Wendy looked like she wanted to ask more questions but the ringing bell signified the end of the period, allowing for him to grab his back and bolt from the room.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and it wasn't long before he was bouncing off the steps of the bus to head up to his house. Craig paused to take note of the fact that his car was still in the driveway, and there was no sign of his mother's car in the garage. Had she come home last night…? Or had she found someone after work to go home work? It wasn't really any of his business, considering how he was eighteen and getting ready to graduate, but what about Tricia? Someone was supposed to be taking care of her and it shouldn't have to be his job-

Ah. Craig shook his head before opening the front door. He was just being bitter with those thoughts. Tricia was hardly any work, especially for a fourteen-year-old girl. She stayed in her room, fed herself, got herself to and from school and, most importantly, she stayed out of his way. What else could he really ask for?

Besides… she was his sister. And wasn't that what family was for?

"Tricia, I'm home." He hollered out to her as he kicked his shoes off before starting to head off back to his room. There was no response to his call, leading him to believe that she must have been kept after school for a club or something else. Come to think of it… he didn't even know what it was that she did with her free time. She must have been involved in something or…

Or…

Craig's thoughts came to a screeching halt as he opened the door to his room. Tweak was still there, sitting on the floor now instead of on his bed, and in front of him were several pens and pencils that he must have dug out from Craig's desk. Only instead of sitting on the carpet in front of him, they were in the air, swirling around almost lazily in front of Tweak's face. One of the blond's hands was slightly lifted and his fingers were twitching, seeming to control the movement of the floating object with each movement of his digits.

"What… the hell…"

There was a loud thump as his bag hit the ground and in the back of his mind Craig found himself slightly worried over whether or not his camera was okay. Now would not be the time for him to have a broken one, though that seemed like the least of his worries right now. The floating pens seemed to fall to the ground at the same time as Tweak twisted to look up at the other male with wide, panicked eyes.

"What the hell." A repeated statement for emphasis as Craig found himself staring at the other. All Tweak could really do was just shake his head as he inched himself back on the carpet, moving closer towards the bed.

"... Please… don't tell the bad men where I am."