Chase's guards had woken up long before he returned, and they were pretty shaken. He was sure they must have told on him, but the whole thing just sort of blew over, and, between visits with Nyx, the rest of the week seemed to fly right by. On the day of their departure, Chase grabbed his pillowcase of food and four thick coats and two pairs of boots he'd commandeered from his guards on two separate occasions and went to Nyx's room.<br/><br/>"I never did find the front door," he commented when he was inside. "I hope you don't mind if I put a hole in your wall. I don't think you'll need it after today anyway." Chase handed her two of the coats. "Here. I don't know how cold it is out there, so..." He put on his own two coats. They were very warm, and he found himself hoping it was cold outside.<br/><br/>Somewhere along the way, he'd decided that it might be better if it took the guards a while to realize they were gone, so he didn't bring anything to hit against the wall. Instead, he was just going to push on it really hard and hope his abilities would compensate for the lack of momentum and impact.<br/><br/>"Here goes," he muttered, rubbing his hands together and planting them firmly against the wall. He started to push, willing his muscles to put out an incredible amount of force. He'd never really had a chance to test out just how much strength he could draw out, and this would be the most he'd ever tried for at one time. It defied common logic, but as he pushed, cracks webbed out along the wall, and chunks started to crack off as the structure's shape was mutilated. Just a minute more and it would give completely.