“Yes, but did Marcus?” he wondered aloud, absentmindedly feeling around their surroundings. The vent shaft wasn’t very accommodating; Lex didn’t do tight spaces. At the very least, it was safer in there than it was outside, and<span style="font-style: italic">warmer</span>, too. It was borderline sweltering, actually, and he became acutely aware of just how much hotter his long hair made him. “Do you know where these vents lead out?” Even if she didn’t, if she at least knew where it was they came in at, he’d be able to lead them out. He was an ironically savvy navigator in spite of his disabilities, as long as he was perfectly oriented as to where he was.<br/><br/>Lex, to the best of his abilities, scrunched down enough to where he could grab handfuls of his hair and place his hands directly on top of his head to expand his thoracic cavity to allow for better breathing. His lungs still burned intensely, but his breathing soon slowed down and the rush of adrenaline slowly began to dissipate.<br/><br/>He’d heard them before he managed to crawl into the vent. Hell, he could<span style="font-style: italic">still</span>hear them. The Realians, shooting into the crowds as they were fleeing, and of course the masses had panicked because they never should have gotten this far in. Not without someone noticing<span style="font-style: italic">something.</span>But here they were, storming homes and killing indiscriminately. There was no reason that Lex should believe that his own home was exempt. He needed to find Marcus and their mother.