"Just leave Chase. He'll be fine on his own," Stella assures Ren, not bothering to look back at the fight behind them. Or rather massacre, as she's sure the psychomasks don't stand a chance against him. Not that she feels guilty about their very violent deaths. Again the sudden change of scenery caught Stella off guard. She coughed a little at the smoke drifting over the battle field.<br/><br/>Stella wanted to curse again. Of course they had to run into more trouble... And then the sound started. She squeezed her eyes together but couldn't move her hands to be able to cover her ears. That probably wouldn't have helped much anyway. It's hard to think with the sound rebounding around her skull and the feeling of insects crawling up her arms. She can only  wait for it to stop. Seconds seem to take hours in this state.<br/><br/>Zane paced frantically in his dorm room. Although they wouldn't say it, by the police's actions he knows something's going on. His instincts tell him it's probably something to do with Ren and Stella. He prays more than anything that they're still alive. The though of what he's going to do if she's dead gets smushed down again. He wouldn't think about that until her death is confirmed.<br/><br/>It's just another day on the streets for Samantha and Blank. So far he had demonstrated his ability a couple times for her, which did impress her slightly. Nothing big, just stopping a couple of pick pockets. They had been slowly learning about who works for who in the shady part of the city.