A few police cars slowed when they passed her. When they saw her fins and horns, they drove away. There was only two fuschiablood families in the world at the moment. It was easy to identify them. Nobody would mess with the Peixes as long as her mother was mayor. It was one of the reasons Meenah had one of the cleanest records in Genesis City, despite being caught multiple times for vandalism, drugs, fights, and misconduct.

Otherwise, her walk home was uneventful. She soon found herself facing the door of the apartment complex that Sollux lived in. She pressed the intercom. "Hey Sollux?"

"Yeah?" There was a loud explosion in the background and a long string of inarticulate swears. Then someone older yelled at them to quiet down. Did the Captors ever sleep?

"Mind letting me in? I'm kind of exhausted."

"Sure, I'll be right down." True to his word, Sollux let her inside and led her to his apartment. Inside was a mess. Empty bags and bottles littered the floor. It smelled like a cross between Dorito dust and a pig sty. The only organized parts of the house, from what she could see, were the video games, which were neatly stacked next to a bin full of controllers. Mituna was sitting in front of the tv, his helmet off so he could better see the screen. She had never seen someone with such a high death rate in Call of Duty.

"My dad's in his room, but he knows you're here. I'd offer you the couch, but it's filthy, so you can take my bed and I'll find an air mattress or something."

"Oh no, I don't want to be any trouble. I'll take the air mattress."

Sollux shrugged. "Whatever you say. I'll go look for it, you can just chill here with MT. Hey MT, my friend Feferi is here."

"Yeah," Mituna grumbled, eyes glued to the screen. He died once more, and screamed, "Fuck!"

"It's alright, you know. I suck at these games, I get kicked off before I can play." Of course, this wasn't true, as Feferi didn't really care for video games, but Mituna cracked a grin. He continued to play, not screaming as loudly when he died, and Feferi was content to watch.

At one point, Mr. Captor did walk out of his room and tell Mituna to get to bed. Mituna growled at him, and Mr. Capto had to pick him up and carry him away. It was sad, what happened to him. After the Signless died, Mr. Captor tried dropping out of politics forever, and focused on online businesses. Then Mituna got into a horrendous psionic accident, and the costs of brain surgery were expensive enough to drive the Captor family into debt. Now Mr. Captor was working for her mom, running all of her websites.
When Sollux did come back to get her, it was two in the morning and the air mattress was already set up in his room. As she laid down, he asked, "Where do you think we're going to go from here?"

"Well, the police are still investigating the murder of Doc Scratch, but they have no main suspect, so we all have to be careful. Right now, the people most involved would be Dave and Dirk, Calliope, Karkat, and Gamzee and Kurloz."

"And you and Meenah."

"Right," she almost said, 'And Cronus,' but decided against it. Eridan made her swear to never reveal his brother's true job. "I'm guessing Karkat is going to try and do more research into the Protectors of Alternia. Any ideas what he's doing?"

"He's asked Calliope to research any old connection. The Felt is nearly dismantled now, so there's no real danger. He's asked me to try and do some digging online and find dirt on everyone. He also asked Equius to do some snooping behind his dad's back and see if the police force is involved. Also, he's trying to get The Midnight Crew to find a place for Gamzee and Kurloz to stay."

"Too late for that," Feferi grimaced. "Mr. Makara is back. They won't be able to sneak out unless he decides to leave again."

"Shit. I'll tell KK. I guess if anything, the Makaras can handle themselves just fine."

"How's Terezi doing?"

"She's better now that they moved out into a new place. They couldn't just stay in that apartment. Like, eight people died there."

"Only seven. Trust me, it was a field day with the media. It was a middle class area, not the slums, so it was weird for someone to get shot and killed in an apartment, let alone seven."

"Imagine what would happen if it happened in your neighborhood?"

Feferi laughed. "At least five old rich women would die of heart attacks. Crime? In our rich neighborhoods? Well, I'll be!"

Sollux laid back in his bed. "Feferi, I'll be honest. I'm scared. Right now, not everyone is involved, but I get this feeling that's all going to change sooner than we think. Like, there's going to be a breaking point, where it's an all out war."

Feferi nodded and spread out her arms. The air mattress was a bit too small to hold her, so her arms were halfway of the mattress, touching the scattered wires on the ground. "I know what you mean."

"I don't think you do." He removed his glasses, exposing his bright red-blue eyes. "I have these dreams, FF, and they're so real. Everyone's dead, and there's all this fighting. I wake up and I think, shit, this could happen at any moment."

Feferi reached out and caressed his arm. "You've always been sensitive to that stuff."

"Yeah, but this is different."

"Maybe it isn't. Maybe the stakes are just higher, and your nightmares feel more realistic." Sollux covered her hand with his. "The tension right now is insane. Of course it's driving you crazy."

"Yeah." They were silent for a few minutes, which Feferi took advantage of to look around the room. Sollux kept it a bit cleaner than the living room. There were a bunch of old, broken desktops scatter throughout the room, and there was a small beehive in a tank in the corner, but otherwise the only thing on the floor were the wires.

"Hey FF?"

"Yes, Sollux?"

"Thanks for deciding to hide out here."

"No problem! It was my only option anyway," Feferi giggled, taking her hand back.

"Yeah, I know. But you always manage to calm me down." He sighed. "Shit, I wish I had a recuperacoon. Do you need sopor tablets?"

"Probably."

"I'll go grab some." He left, and Feferi watched him leave. She hoped that her friend would survive this whole thing with his mental state in tact.