By the time Sadie has cleaned up and her wounds have been treated, the wait will not be long. Benjiro disembarks from the transport and heads down the street towards the flat of Walter and Russell. His initial urge is to run again, but still anemic and hurting, he needs to temper his pace in order to make sure he is not falling over by the time he reaches the flat.

A little woozy as he approaches the front door, he pauses to breathe while counting the seconds to forgive the oxygen deficit created. Ten seconds allowed to himself makes a difference in slowing his respiration rate, and he reaches to knock. Once the door opens, the pale, bruised teen steps inside and immediately shuffles off his backpack and shoes.

He doesn't have to ask where she is, as he can see her curled up on the couch with her forearms wrapped in clean gauze. He frowns with worry etched deep in his expression as he starts towards her, "...Sadie?"