He was alive. Hobi was alive. Ten was the smallest boy in here by miles, he had to stand on the bar stool to even see the stage but as he scanned it during set up, he noticed someone near the stage he hadn't seen for a week. The warehouse had been raided, cops had been there and all that was left was a gross mess. He was sure they'd all died or been arrested.

Ten slid through the crowd and watched hesitantly, unsure why Hobi had left for so long. He needed him and he left!

"Hobi?" Ten slipped from the crowd but kept distance, looking at the older boy.