Sammy preferred to move around at night. It meant he couldn't return to the foster care building, true - doors closed at 7 PM, no one allowed in or out barring a medical emergency, he did actually remember the rules for the record - but the night just felt better for walking around. Well, it had before, anyways, before, well, things had started going badly. For all his positivity, even he wasn't sure he could find something nice to say about the situation. It was just better to make sure he made it back in time and keep away from the windows and try to keep his pranks small, stuff like loosening saltshaker lids on outside tables. Nothing they could call police on, at least. He just wanted to keep out of the situation as much as possible. His social worker Hugo commented that he hadn't behaved so well in years and asked if he might be able to focus enough to consider a GED or online high school. Sammy just nodded in response, watching the window in his office. Maybe he should've accepted the Obsidian offer back when he first got started. He hadn't really liked the idea - tying himself down, no joking around, all very boring things and not really why he pranked people - and instead politely refused by blowing multiple raspberries until the Obsidian representative finally walked away in disgust. He wasn't sure how Obsidian was doing these days, since he hadn't heard much, but maybe he hadn't heard much because they had holed up someplace safe. Or maybe he wasn't paying attention enough. Honestly, that sounded equally likely. But the point was, things were going sour, and it was probably best to try looking after himself because not like anyone else would but that wasn't really their problem anyhow, and honestly it wasn't too bad. He could deal with it, and he was doing a pretty good job of it - excepting when he had to get new gloves. That had honestly gotten pretty harrowing, and hiding in a mall dumpster wasn't exactly fun, but it was effective. Now, though, he was starting to get bored. He could go for a classic at this point, like going out and high-fiving people. It'd be better than the twitchy fear. At least, until he saw the video. It was corrupted, and his first glimpse had been over a man's shoulder in the library. Sammy had just gone to cool off and try to sneak one of the free meals they offered to children when he caught a glimpse of Pyro onscreen, before corruption distorted the image. The man watching looked genuinely afraid, and Sammy couldn't tell what was going on exactly. Just that it was Pyro. Had he missed Witch? He hadn't seem much of either, but chalked that up to trying to lay low. He waited among the book aisles until one of the users got up and headed towards the bathroom. Sammy snuck over and checked; a few minutes left. Hopefully enough time. Searching for Pyro brought up news stories and interviews - he chuckled as he caught a glimpse of himself in one of the thumbnails - but he tried again. And again. There was only a minute left before he thought to check by the upload dates. It was the first one - a re-upload, apparently, by a concerned citizen who wanted to get the story out as far as possible. With no earphones, the computer's speakers crackled and buzzed. The message was short, but Sammy's felt his curiosity fading as well. Why was Pyro calling for help? Where was Witch- she wasn't even in the background anywhere. Was it a trap? Yet, he hadn't seen Witch in a while. He looked down at his soggy gloves and then at the smear on the edge of the keyboard. He wiped it off with his sleeve and left the computers, left the library. Maybe Witch could explain this. -- After a day of searching, he realized he hadn't seen either of them. Sure, he had to keep low, but he expected they'd be somewhere, protecting the city. They... they were fine. Right? Sammy slumped down on the park bench. It was well past 7, he was tired and hungry and...bothered, maybe? That seemed like the word. He crossed his arms. How in the world was he supposed to find them? Just looking wasn't working! They were always around when he just wanted to have a little fun, but now that he wanted to talk to them-! He paused, and he grinned. Well, there was an idea. It was risky, to be sure, but so was just searching blindly. May as well try it. -- Hour 1 of "Operation Gravel Drop" was so far not a success. Sammy had already decided he was going to keep going until Pyro or Witch showed up, but so far, nothing. It was just him, a bag of gravel 'borrowed' from a parking lot, his bare hands, and unsuspecting passersby six stories below, several tending to the oddly-collapsed people. Jeez, where were they?