It's been three weeks since he got a name but that has been it. Eric was shirtless doing push-ups in his room when the door opened. He looked up and saw Donna, some of her injuries have been healing. Her stitching has healed, her neck brace is gone and she started to look happy again. He got up and put his shirt on as Donna watched (and wishing this didn't have to end) in joy.
"My boyfriend is ripped, how lucky am I?" She asked.
"Very." Eric replied.
"Any new information on Intellect?"
"No. It's been three weeks and the most I've seen is the occasional crack addict."
"Eric, I'm worried about Hyde. He really leaves his room; He doesn't talk to anyone."
"Well that just sounds like Hyde."
"He hasn't done a Circle in almost a month." Donna said firmly.
"Now that's a problem."
They went to the basement and found it empty, Eric went to Hyde's door and opened it. He found Hyde lying in bed just sulking.
"Come on Hyde, it's time to get up." Eric said.
"Go to hell." He said with a depressed tone.
"Come on, Hyde. I know what will cheer you up. Let's go to and under age bar." Eric said.
Hyde begrudgingly got up and agreed to go with them, Donna kissed Eric on the cheek.
"Looks like the vigilante can work his mask off as well as on." She whispered to him.
They all got in the Vista Cruiser and drove away.
Meanwhile:
"So, the tracking device is secured?" Intellect said over the phone.
"Yes, sir. They seem to be going to some bar. Shall we go after them now?" A man asked.
"Trail them, but do not engage until I give the signal." He said.