Lex remembered the step this time as he let himself be dragged along behind Blue. They had broken out into a half-run, darting over abandoned yards to mask the sound of their footsteps. He took the steps two at a time and shouldered his way in the door beside Blue. The door shut with a soft thud behind him.<br/><br/>He wasted no time waiting on Marcus to come to them. Immediately, he moved from the foyeur to the living room, and from the living room to the upstairs. “She was just gone when you got here?” he started when he was in the hall, dragging his hand along the wall until he felt the threshold of Marcus’ bedroom door. “Was anything stolen, disturbed, or anything?”<br/><br/>“It didn't look like they'd been in here, if that's what you're asking. It's nice to see you're safe too,” Marc added from his place at the foot of his bed, haphazardly shoving clothes and blankets into a duffel bag. Cans of food, flashlights, batteries, and a few of Lex’s assembled medical kits sat on top of the burgundy comforter; they would be the next on the list to get packed up.<br/><br/>“Well she didn't just fucking walk out. You didn't see anyone coming out of here? Was the back door unlocked? Did you even check it?” Lex rambled, until it sounded uncomfortably to his own ears like he was blaming Marcus for what happened. “I'm sorry.”<br/><br/>Marcus shook his head, obviously more for himself than his brother. “Nothing,” he confirmed, turning his head and letting his voice taper off suddenly. “You look like shit.”<br/><br/>“Yeah, yeah, you're not too cute yourself,” Lex shot back, but nevertheless dropped his hair down from the messy bun he'd collected at the top of his head and combed his fingers through the tresses. He held out the hairband somewhere behind him. “I'm just assuming you're behind me,” he said, raising his voice an octave just in case Blue actually<span style="font-style: italic">wasn't</span>behind him.