"Let's," she replied, adjusting her grip on Ayl. She marched off down the street with an expressionless face. She really hoped someone else wouldn't end up coming after them, with Ayl currently incapacitated.<br/><br/>The next few hours passed in silence. It wasn't necessarily difficult for Sam to carry him, it was just awkward because he had at least twice the body mass she did. A few more minutes passed, and she rounded the corner to the hideout. It'd been at least eight hours since they left, so most of the Hunters were gone, but a few were still out sparring or practicing strategies. They stopped as the trio neared, looking puzzled, but quickly breaking into laughter. She glared at them, stopping in her tracks. "We aren't screwing with you this time. He really passed out during the fighting," she said. One of the Hunters laughed some more, but before he could say anything else, Sam silenced him with a light kick. He still ended up on the ground a few feet away. She kicked the door open, going down the stairs, where everyone else was gathered.<br/>"Listen up, you all need to be careful now. Ayl just fought a Silencer, and ended up like this. The Silencer's still out there," she announced. A few of the hunters stood up, asking questions, demanding her to answer. She remained quiet, eventually pushing through the crowd and exiting. She'd return when Ayl was conscious.<br/><br/>She ditched the hideout, returning to a small abandoned apartment complex. On the top floor, there was a small room that was boarded up. Inside, was a slightly messy bedroom, the white paint peeling. A small mattress was laying on the ground, a small pile of blankets on top. Clothing was scattered around, mostly pushed into the corner. Sam strode into the room, plopping Ayl down on the bed. She looked at him for a moment, before sitting down next to him. "Dammit, Ayl," she sighed. "Just get up soon. I'm scared now." She lie down, resting her head on Ayl's shoulder.