When Brick got back home the day before, he spent the rest of the evening locked away in his room. He hadn't really spoken to his brother all night.

Though he had been in his room lying down all night, he'd gotten little sleep. How could he sleep when he couldn't shut his brain off? He definitely had regrets about the way she left..

Waking up that morning, there was a noticeably different ambiance in the house. It was quiet and dull, almost as if they were all in mourning. Which was absurd! Blossom had only been with them for three days. Practically no time at all.

So why did the house suddenly feel so empty without her?

He sat on the couch, wondering how everything was going for her. Was her memory back yet? Was her family relieved to have her home? He already knew the answer to the second question but decided to revisit the Townsville Tribune website and see if there were any new posts regarding her return.

The most recent update was from earlier that morning.

"That's weird." Brick said aloud, staring at his phone screen.

"What?" Butch asked, nonchalantly.

"The Townsville Tribune is still reporting that Blossom is missing.."

Boomer and Butch jumped up to take a look a Brick's phone.

"Maybe the paper was printed before she got home?" Boomer asked confusedly.

"No. They wouldn't have run it. At the very least, they should've at least updated their site. Look, this post was just made an hour ago. It still says she hasn't been found." Brick was starting to get really concerned.

Butch folded his arms over his burley chest. "You did take her home, right?"

"Yes." He scoffed, irritated. "Well, I took her to the train station."

"You mean you didn't actually make sure she got home safely??" Boomer was worried, on the verge of yelling.

"What if something happened to her?" Butch shouted, balling his fists into angry wads.

Brick stood up and started pacing the living room. "She insisted that she go alone." It was true, but he was mad at himself for listening.

Boomer frowned. "Dude, you remember how we found her that first night? She was a mess. She hasn't been on her own since then. Anything could've happened!"

"First you kicked her out and then you didn't even bother helping her get home? Seriously dude, what the fuck?" Butch complained.

"I didn't kick her out!" Brick rarely lost his temper with his brothers, but they were starting to upset him, berating him like that. He already realized he messed up.

Butch scoffed as loud as he could. "Bullshit you didn't. You took her in the other room for two seconds and she immediately came out and grabbed her shit to go." Then another thought crossed his mind. "Either you told her to go or you did something else to upset her."

Boomer wanted to stay out of it, but he had to admit that Butch made a good point. "I mean.. she was in a pretty good mood before you two went off. When she left she looked kind of… idunno, sad."

"Are you two serious. I didn't tell her to leave! All I did was ask her why she didn't want to go home?" He fired back.

"Well?" Butch demanded.

"She said it wasn't really her home if she couldn't remember it."

Boomer and Butch exchanged a glance. "It sounds like she didn't really want to go then." Boomer replied meekly, "So then, why'd she leave?"

"Serious question, how did you even expect her to get home if she can't even remember what it looks like?" Butch asked.

He rolled his eyes. "She bought a ticket to Townsville. The place she's been protecting her whole life, where everyone knows her. The second she steps into town she's going to be swarmed. The other puffs would be there to look after her in no time."

"Yeah but-"

He wasn't about to waste anymore time explaining himself to his brothers. "Fuck you guys. I'll find her!" Brick stormed out, threatening to slam the door off its hinges on his way out.

He took off into the air, headed back to the train station.

Of course she didn't want to go home. He knew she didn't. His own words were playing on repeat in his head, taunting him.

"You know, you can't just stay here forever."

No wonder she left. He made it sound like she had to. She didn't know him well enough to know his manner of speaking yet, though he hadn't tried very hard to set things straight. He had only meant that she couldn't hide forever, that she would have to face the unknown eventually.. He wasn't actually telling her that she couldn't stay, like she was some kind of burden. He didn't think that at all!

That still didn't explain why Blossom hadn't made it home though.. Where could she be?

Brick made it to the station in a flash. He knew she wasn't going to still be standing there, but he was still kind of disappointed when she wasn't.

Luckily for him, he recognized the man at the ticket counter as the same one from the previous day.

"Excuse me sir, I don't know if you saw me yesterday. I'm sure you see a ton of people everyday. But I was with a girl, who bought a ticket to Townsville-"

The man frowned slightly when he said the last part. "I remember you, well to be honest I mostly remember her." He chuckled suggestively and Brick had to hold his tongue. He needed information and now wasn't the time to get mad. "She didn't buy a ticket to Townsville though."

"What?!" He couldn't help from shouting in his surprise.

The man smiled, unfazed by his sudden outburst. Maybe this kind of thing happened a lot? "Well, she actually didn't buy a ticket at all. She just asked for directions to the nearest hotel-"

Brick was gone before the guy could say anything else. He landed in front of the closest hotel he knew of. It wasn't exactly a hotel, more of a motel.. but he had a good feeling he'd find her there. She wasn't even 18 yet and had no ID or credit card. A seedy motel in a bad part of town made a lot more sense. She may not have all her memories but she wasn't stupid enough to think she'd be able to get a room anywhere that followed the rules.

It was a small place, only 40 rooms in total. He used his heat vision to see how many rooms actually had people in them, at least half of them did. He wasn't about to go knock on every single door. Plus what if she wasn't there at the moment, or if she stayed somewhere else? His heart was hammering away in his chest, he needed to find her.

He went to the check-in desk, and approached the middle aged woman who was sitting there.

"I need to find someone who might be staying here." He said, keeping a cool tone.

"Sorry we can't disclose-" She started. When Brick silently slid a $100 bill across the surface of the desk, she changed her mind with a devious smile. "Okay then."

"She was young, with long copper hair. Would've paid in cash and been alone."

She nodded her head knowingly at his description. "That pretty little thing, yeah I know her. Doesn't belong here, that one. Room 201."

No she didn't belong there. Any place that would accept a bribe like that was beneath her. He could've been anyone, dripping with bad intentions and a fucking hundred dollar bill was all it took?

When he got to room 201 he was furious, but the look vanished when Blossom answered the door.

The last person that she expected to see that day was Brick, or any Rowdyruff Boy. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours since she'd left.

But there he was, standing in front of her.

"Blossom, what the hell?"

She blinked a few times, not seeing what the issue was.

He sighed loudly. "Why are you here, in a sleazy motel instead of back in Townsville?"

Oh, that. She stepped aside and let him into her shabby room, closing the door as he entered. Since it was the only place to sit, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Brick, I know you don't get it.. but I'm just not ready."

She was so honest, so vulnerable and he felt bad making her have this conversation so many times. "If you didn't want to go that badly then you could've stayed with us. You shouldn't be in a place like this." He looked around the room, the carpet was stained, with who knows what.. The walls were turning a nasty shade of yellow, from all the smoking. There were multiple holes in the wall, it looked like someone had anger issues. The smell was- Enough. He had to stop paying attention to the details. Blossom was safe, and that's what mattered.

"No, you were right. I can't just bum around, sleeping on your couch forever." She laughed, but Brick looked mortified.

"That's not what I said."

Blossom smiled, "I know, you're not that mean."

"I'm serious Blossom." His tone was almost pleading. "I never wanted you to leave. None of us did. I really wasn't trying to make you feel like.. like you had to come to a place like this."

She gave the room a quick once over, "Come on, it's not that bad." She tried to lighten the mood, since it was getting kind of heavy. Brick wasn't really the kind of guy to bear his emotions like that, she had learned that pretty quickly. For some reason he was opening up a little to her, and she wondered why.

Not so bad? Yeah right. "Look Butch and Boomer want you to come back." He sat beside her on the bed.

"Butch and Boomer, huh?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"I guess two outta three ain't bad." She nudged him playfully.

His face turned a light shade of pink, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Well I-" He felt stupid for getting so flustered when it came to her. "You're not the worst person to have bumming around their house." He teased, standing up.

When he looked at her again he noticed that she wasn't wearing her pink dress. She was in a white t-shirt and a pair of black leggings. How had he not noticed before?

She followed his eyes, and looked down at her own outfit. "Oh, there's a store around the corner. Thought I'd do my laundry." She giggled.

She had been taking turns wearing her dress or the sweatpants that Brick had lent her on her second day and was happy to have a third option.. even if they were just cheap, if not slightly see through leggings.

"Look, you can come back and stay with us. But there's going to be some changes."

End Day 4.