Harry hadn't known where to go. He didn't want to go back home, and risk his adoptive father, but he couldn't just stay around the school. So he done what he'd always done in crappy situations and followed the comfort. In otherwords, Kassy. Friendship was something he always craved, and Kassy was, after all, one of the few people who were resistance to his...he needed a name for it. Mind meld?, and she at least understood his reluctance for people.

But he felt strange and fearful in Kats house. She was a stranger, and he didn't even know anything about her. 

He didn't sleep, instead, he just sat, staring silently at the floor, ignoring the voice in his head, and essentially just...drifting. 

When dawn approached, Harry moved. He moved outside, looking up at the sky. Just what had happened at the school. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what had happened before...the nothing. What would they target next? He shoved his hands in his pockets, humming in thought. 

Unless they had done everything on paper, there had to be some electronic signature out there about whoever had Attacked the school. Somewhere. With that thought, he headed back in side just as Kassy called out. He pulled his hoody down, looking in the direction of her voice. "im here"

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Kalinda looked over to flood as he used a conister, effectively stopping the battle. She was relieved on that, and put her weapon away. She looked about the school, but it was just as she thought. No more clues would be found here. She sighed, wearily. 

"Well. I don't think I'll find any answers here." She said, wanting out of the grounds, away from the death, the ruins, the general horror. She pursed her lips can wondering what to do now, taking out her phone.

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Connor was already awake, and at his computer. He had been up since six, and was frustratingly trying to figure everything out. He hadn't slept well,  the calls haunting him. His hair was tussled, but his expression serious, as he programmed new functions into his various suits, sending Ignot through the internet, letting the AI system pretty much have his way and do what he thought best, looking for any scrap of daya, and tiniest byte, of lead.